I Love a Good Quote
I usually like a good quote. Like from Plato: "Courage is knowing what not to fear." Martin Luther King Jr.: "Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase."
But every-so-often, I wonder if this quote by Marianne Williamson is even true or not: "Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness."
Sometimes I wonder if that is true or not. I wouldn't know, personally, myself, especially after all what I had been through and what my father put me through. Especially erasing everything I had planned out in life like it wasn't planned out and all. Especially accusing me of things I didn't do he claims I did, and even getting other people drunk and mad to believe him and tell others and in telling lies about me and swearing that they're true. A real loving father wouldn't do that to his own son.
Should I really forgive my father at all? Or should I not? Should I just hope he meets his own ungodly reward even if he is suffering a stroke he went through and leading to blindness and all? What should I do? Forgive him or not? I don't even know if I should. My sister-in-law tells me I should try to love and forgive him, because I may not never know when I won't have him anymore. Sometimes I wonder if that should even be any concern of mine, especially after all he did to us, and most of all, me. My mom and my sister tell me he's already living with the consequences he's experienced as a reminder for him of all what he has done to us.
All of this is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Every-so-often, I wonder what I really should do.
Any negativity, removed and blocked.
But every-so-often, I wonder if this quote by Marianne Williamson is even true or not: "Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness."
Sometimes I wonder if that is true or not. I wouldn't know, personally, myself, especially after all what I had been through and what my father put me through. Especially erasing everything I had planned out in life like it wasn't planned out and all. Especially accusing me of things I didn't do he claims I did, and even getting other people drunk and mad to believe him and tell others and in telling lies about me and swearing that they're true. A real loving father wouldn't do that to his own son.
Should I really forgive my father at all? Or should I not? Should I just hope he meets his own ungodly reward even if he is suffering a stroke he went through and leading to blindness and all? What should I do? Forgive him or not? I don't even know if I should. My sister-in-law tells me I should try to love and forgive him, because I may not never know when I won't have him anymore. Sometimes I wonder if that should even be any concern of mine, especially after all he did to us, and most of all, me. My mom and my sister tell me he's already living with the consequences he's experienced as a reminder for him of all what he has done to us.
All of this is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Every-so-often, I wonder what I really should do.
Any negativity, removed and blocked.
