One day you come face-to-face with that one person who singlehandedly destroyed your life. That person said things and did things to destroy you and you recall every single detail of each moment. The pain is still there and the wounds are still fresh. You want to say something, do something to hurt that person. You should slap, hit, and kick the person, you think. You want to tell the world how much that person made you cry for days, weeks, and months. At some point in your life you even blamed that person for your own errors. It is because of that person that you didn't become what you've always dreamed of becoming and you blame that person for not fulfilling your dreams.
You want to do something. You have to do something. But you look at the person and you think of yourself. You're different now. You wear different clothes, you smile now, and you're a different person now. And that person CANNOT hurt you anymore. You look at that person in plain clothes and you think how much money this person earns in a month- not even close to what you earn in a day. The person looks troubled. The person looks at you differently now - the angry gaze is gone and all that's left is a look of a lonely and miserable person. You see that the person is suffering and nothing can alleviate that pain.
That person came back for you -- to say sorry.
What would you do?
"Then Peter came and said to him, 'Lord, if another sins against me, how often should I forgive? As many as seven times?' Jesus said to him, 'Not seven times, but I tell you, seventy-seven times.'" - Matthew 18:21-22
(Fiction)
10:50 AM
The Rocker
20 years of dramatic existence. Loves the Philippines. Despises the Philippine Government.
