The question has been put to me: do you think everyone deserves forgiveness?
This is a weird question for me because I have long been a proponent of forgiveness for all. You forgive someone or else you carry that burden around with you, where it does you far more harm than it does the other person.
I had a dream recently where I was in conversation with … someone … where we discussed, at great length, forgiveness and the nature of forgiveness.
During this conversation, this…other…took me through scenario after scenario after scenario of my life. Not even my favorite thing ever. I do not dwell in the past. I let things go, as much as I am capable. But there I was, answering every question, pondering every query, mulling it all over.
It’s a strange thing in and of itself to have such a thing happen in my dreams–but it is stranger still that I remembered any of it at all–much less as much of it as I actually remembered when I woke up, or remember now.
I had this conversation where I learned, where I learned to believe, that it was not, it is not, all about forgiving the other person–it’s all about forgiving myself. Forgiving myself for all those things that happened, for all the choices I made, for all the things that have happened to me.
Forgiving someone else is easy compared to forgiving myself. Even when there is no way I could have done anything about anything that happened to me, forgiving myself is the hardest thing, has been the hardest thing, continues to be the hardest thing.
Like all too many things, it is an on-going process.
What does forgiveness mean to you? Do you think everyone deserves forgiveness?