I do surprise myself quite a lot. Sometime last month, I was certain my relationship with this blog was on the edge. Maybe I haven't found that closure yet.
While contemplating on picking one of the aforementioned activities, I chanced upon a brilliant article about forgiveness. This world wide web, I tell ya!
Forgive. My earliest memory of the word takes me back to the days when I was a naive school kid, eager and energetic. Living in a close knitted environment with a hundred others entailed constant episodes of stereotypically childish, primary school-like drama. Writing notes on tiny pieces of paper was both an effective method of communication (especially during monitored prep time) and a great source of entertainment. Quite obviously, the 'chits' worked best when two people were going through silent treatments from each other after a fight. 'Dear X, I am sorry, please forgive me'- would be scribbled down with a blunt pencil and passed on to X. 'O.K, we are friends again.' Everything else was forgotten. Life was simpler as a seven year old.
High school was when things got bitter. Mindless fights were gradually replaced with more serious issues of trust, betrayal and resentment, not to mention the adolescent boy-loves-girl hullabaloo. How easy was forgiving one another then? Every single day carried with it a plethora of hearsay and one could either choose to stay out of it or indulge completely. We all thought we knew everything- that we were mature grown ups, the seniors. Looking back now, we were, without a doubt, still kids.
Today, forgiveness for me isn't something I'd give away on a piece of paper. Nor is it in any way something I'd seek in vain. Governing our mind regardless of unnecessary judgement is the freedom we enjoy when ushered into adulthood. Holding a grudge (and a swollen ego larger than the size of Kim K's rear end) and constantly drowning in vengeance can prove harmful for the subject. Going with the universal wisdom, 'forgive and forget' is the way of life. Nonetheless, an individual can choose what she wants. If betrayal punches you in the face and in spite of the shock that comes along initially, if you feel liberated with time, you can choose only to forget. Moralities and psychologies definitely differ from person to person and so does the magnitude of events.
The best part about being in your twenties is gradually caring less about what people think of you and surrounding yourself with people and things you love.
Well, and the worst is that I'm almost broke! ;) (I've got the Summer Sale to thank!)
Keeping up with the virtually depressing topic, I have a few pictures of an all-black outfit although I do look way too gleeful in some. However
[Scuba Top- F21 seen here before, Shorts & Shoes- ZARA]