somthin abt fogivness

No one likes to talk about forgiveness, because for most people I think it has a religious connotation. But the dictionary definition of “forgive” is “to stop feeling angry or resentful towards something.” And I’m sure many people have managed to do that. I know I have, and I know how hard it is. To let go of feeling wronged is probably the hardest part. I had been living with a friend for two years and many things he was doing were really bothering me—I felt they weren’t good for him emotionally or physically, and I hated being around the consequences. I started to get very angry in my interactions with him. We finally had a blow-up, and when he pointed out that I was behaving badly, too, I was flabbergasted. All my righteous (or so I thought) indignation vanished and I realized that, no matter how irritated I may get, I ultimately loved my friend and wanted to continue to live with him. It’s true that “to love is to forgive all.” And to forgive feels great. After a long conversation, my friend looked at me and said, “I’m so glad we could let go of all that. I feel like I’ve shed a skin.” I had to agree. And while we’ve had fights since then, the moment of catharsis I had when I decided to forgive has always stayed with me.

poem i wrote on her palm

Have you ever bothered to realizehow much you mean to me?

I care so much for you insideand miss you so deeply.

My mind is always curious aboutthe way things might have been.

As days go by and time goes by,

I look back once again.

All the time I held you in my arms,

I had the whole world right there.

There you were, comforting me withall of your charms.

Every little kiss from youwas like a dream come true.

This love that I have inside my heart,

it all belonged to you!It's funny,

all those little thingsI never thought I'd miss,

Like all those conversations we had,or the first time we kissed.

I guess that what I'm trying to say,is I miss and love you more each day!

It hurts me not to see you,or not to know if you're ok.

I want you to understandthat I loved you from the start.

And I want you to know,

no matter how many mileswe may be apart,

you'll always hold a special placein my heart ♥♥♥

The wicked winged satire on optimismIs placing its claws on our jawsAnd leading us astrayIn the arms of death..Any moment we die is the sacred hourThere is no hope, no soup to turn sourHope comes with black wings that devourThe little lost girl hopes for the strange hour.We bring the mist of hope in this worldThrough the event of our birthAnd live in perpetual despair..Hope for the forests of the nightThe dead night, that sleepsIn the calm of its existence..“We got our final vision by a clap”.Embrace the gloom,This night we shall swimUnannouncedTo the kingdom.Not with hopeBut with wine.

AnYwAy...
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all our lives,we plan and praythings may not work outwe dream, anyway.
.look at the divorces,loves taken a backseatmore 'me', less 'us',we wed, anyway.
.we hold our pets,too close to our heartseventually they die,we love them, anyway.
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we study hard,burn the midnight oil,we may fail exams,we try our best, anyway.
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life’s often hard,putting a foot forward,waking up some mornings,don't seem worth the discomfort.
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in those hard times,it picks us up,it never leaves us,not until we let it so.
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its hope it is,that makesus live, anyway.