At some point in our lives we will get hurt. As much as we’d like to think we could hide behind our computer screens, cell phones, foolish pride, self-loathing, or fear, something/someone 100% real will hurt us.
I guess this is where forgiveness comes in. As kids, our first experience with it may be with a simple act of childhood nonsense, by a sibling or a friend. Then, a parent, teacher, or adult of some sort probably forces the forgiveness, and life goes on. But as we get older, it becomes a little more complicated.
The parents we once admired may let us down. Maybe we’re betrayed by a friend, partner, or a spouse. Or, maybe it’s something deep inside ourselves that we absolutely detest – an addiction, our appearance, or any source of guilt. I believe there’s a point where you have to forgive in order to move on.
Forgive the faults of a mother, father, or relative, who is ultimately only human. The former friend as he or she undoubtedly possessed something you liked once. And, of course, ourselves; because in the end, letting the joys in life pass you by will be far more depressing than cutting yourself some slack.
Why? Because this person or problem does not dictate your actions past the point of forgiveness. They may have a foothold in your past, but only you decide when your own hatred stops. Peel away the fingers of your clenched fist, one at a time. In my opinion, there is no “bigger person” when it comes to forgiveness. It makes no difference if my forgiveness is bigger, louder, or more confrontational than yours. It is a silent choice with a silent, personal benefit. Letting go will be more fulfilling than dwelling on who should have “stepped up.”
It may take years of trying – avoiding your image in a mirror, a certain song, picture, or memory, but I firmly believe that the more you try the easier it gets.
I say: Breathe it in. And let it go.
(This is not specifically directed at any fans, of any sport, in any city , most definitely not Cleveland.)