Sympathy for the "devil"

Lewis B. Smedes said, " To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you

You may act like you don't deserve it but deep down you expect to be forgiven because at some point you forgave someone for the the bruises this someone inflicted on your not so innocent self.

The truth is: Everyone deserves forgiveness. You cant parade around with a holier than thou complex deciding who deserves your forgiveness. Your forgiveness is not worth anything if it not true. Its nothing but words recited by a toddler seeking affection from an irresponsible father. Hear me this: You don't get to decide who you forgive because you'd be telling God that His salvation is worth nothing.

Pain is not cheap. It is a wrecking ball that wreaks intense havoc. Think about the first time someone betrayed you, or your first heartbreak. Two words: Hard, cold, and a ton of hurt. Now you share it proud as if it was your first serious jail time. If I had to guess, you were violated many times by cruel thoughts, and painful memories. The memory of pain is why we can't forgive. And I agree with you. Why should you forgive them? "They were selfish, and even though they knew it would hurt you, they did it anyway. Why should I forgive them?" You have given your anger a shoulder rub and you've comforted your pain with the promise of a bright future. What you do not realize is that you are you are killing yourself... slowly. That poison of a pain will feast on itself and consume you. You will become bitter for the rest of your life about something that will eventually become irrelevant, and you would have traded many happy moments for a lifetime of broken relationships and terrible decisions. Let it go. Have some sympathy for the "devil" that caused you the pain. It is your cure

If you truly love someone like you claim, forgive them. Let the pain go.

Second chances are a gift. It’s a grace card that goes around, and keeps giving to the worst of us. We all need second chances, and the second one after that second chance. It is just a way of saying that I am as human as it gets. Second chances always come along; to remind us that there is no shame in falling because we are all trying to stand on two feet. Our decisions are influenced by multiple factors; some of which don't come into play until we are the crossroads of decision making. Actions are not all guided by experiences or careful thought. Some are impulsive, influenced by selfish desires and urgent needs; and and sometimes those actions become wrecking balls that...........(Well, you catch my drift). I learned the hard way to be grateful for pain and the people who caused them because sometimes it takes the worst pain to bring about the best change. Once you forgive someone, you feel like you lost something. Your pride. You lose your crushed pride, and you begin a long journey to living with pain as it slowly leaves your body.

Let it go.

If you have ever wonder whether you are forgiven or not here is something for you. “You can never know if a person forgives you when you wrong them. Therefore it is existentially important to you. It is a question you are intensely concerned with. Neither can you know whether a person loves you. It’s something you just have to believe or hope. But these things are more important to you than the fact that the sum of the angles in a triangle is 180 degrees. You don’t think about the law of cause and effect or about modes of perception when you are in the middle of your first kiss.”

A Thousand Suns

The king was dead. Truer or more significant words had never been spoken of old the king. King Aron Neau had finally bowed his head to death after a long hard tussle with the grim reaper. His body, although lifeless, bore much peace. “He was ready,” said Ogol, the great seer. His old fragile hands pulled a white cloth over King Aron’s body. Sadness bore greatly on Ogol’s wrinkled face, but it was sadness for the maidens of Agrameth. The news of King Aron’s death still lingered in his room. “Do not let anyone come to this room.” He cautioned, the guard maintained his posture and nodded in agreement. “Not even the queen must know that her king belongs with the dead now.” Ogol closed the door gently and made his way to the room at the end of the corridor. As troubled as he was, he had to keep his composure till the sun broke silence

Irida had been covered in gold dust as Ogol had instructed. The servants had covered her entire body in gold, leaving her almost unrecognizable by anyone. She was a living golden statue, and words like beautiful failed at defining how she looked. She glimmered like the sun. The moment Ogol entered the room, Irida knew what had happened. It was as if the answer had been shot like a dart to her heart, and the impact almost crushed her. “Yes, he is dead” Ogol whispered. What time will not change, death will and like the many kings before Aron, his death would bring pure, unadulterated sadness. “Sometimes, I think this kingdom is too cruel for your innocence, little sister” Ogol touched his hands to Irida’s golden cheeks. He wanted to console her, to fill her mind with words that would steal her mind from the kings passing; but he failed terribly. Irida refused to speak regardless. Her mind was consumed by the task ahead.

Darkness hovered over Agrameth still, and queen Nann had grown out of her patience. She was restless and needed to see the king. By the time she arrived at the door, Ogol was speaking to the guard about her sister, Anissa. Irida was carrying out the first rites, and Ogol had decided to wait till she was done. He was asking the guard about her family, when she instantly froze upon seeing the queen approach with hell beaming on her face “Ogol, I am the queen of Agrameth and I command you to open this door at once.” Nann ordered in a rather loud, strong voice. “Your highness, you must calm yourself.” Ogol replied with a cunning look on his face. “Guard, you will open this door now or I will have your head by morning.” The queen’s anger was beyond question. The guard looked at Ogol, who nodded in affirmation but before she could, Irida swung the door open. “He is ready for you, your highness.” Irida said. Her voice was soft and gentle. When the queen saw the gold dust on Irida’s hands, she hurried through the door. “Oh, my king,” She wailed. The pain seared through her like a sharp knife, and she went to the floor, which was cold and hard with a heavy plop.

Anissa welcomed  her mother who had stepped in to the garden  as dawn eased into sunrise behind the rolling hills. Isabelle Bailef had harvested a basket full of fresh tomatoes, aubergines, apples and peaches from the fruit garden. Anissa yelled in excitement as her eyes feasted on the harvest. “We should ask Sybil to join us for breakfast” Anissa said as she danced around her mother. “Please, mother. You have to let Sybil join us” Isabelle laughed as her young daughter danced around. She lifted Anissa up and kissed her cheeks “Yes, my dear one, Sybil will join us” She said with a smile. “Yes! Thank you mother” Anissa kissed Isabelle on the forehead before she put her down in her bed. Isabelle paused for a moment as she made her way through the kitchen, thinking of the last time she saw her daughter, Sybil. She wore Sybil’s last words at heart and regretted deeply what she had done. It was confusing and painful trying to sort out the swinging cacophony of disturbing emotions but she wasn’t going to disappoint Anissa. No. She would swallow her pride and ask her daughter Sybil to join them for Anissa sake. Isabelle poured out some water into a bowl and begun preparing breakfast. From the kitchen she could hear her daughter playfully soliloquy from her room. Her mind, as it drifted to old memories, was quickly interrupted by a loud bang on the door. Mrs. Bailef! Mrs. Bailef!! Please open up! Ivo knocked violently on the door, so violent it startled Isabelle. She rushed to the door. “Oh, it’s you, Ivo.” She said to him, sighing relief. “Are you alright, Ivo? Come in!” “Mrs. Bailef, close the door. Quickly” Ivo said as he tried to catch his breath. His heart was pulsating as Isabelle fetched him a cup of water. “Mrs. Bailef, you have to take Anissa out of Agrameth now.” Ivo uttered. His breathing was returning to normal. “Have you lost your senses, Ivo?” Isabelle replied. Her shock had mutated quickly into displeasure. “I do not appreciate you telling me what –“. “The king is dead.” Ivo interrupted. Isabelle froze. The weight of the news dulled her ears to any other words Ivo said. You have until midday to leave Agrameth or your daughter will be dead.” Without another word Ivo left the house leaving Isabelle Bailef scared for her life and Anissa.