It had happened. It was a long time ago.
Whose fault was it? If either of us asks that, it was nobody’s.
It shouldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t have – given another year, place or time.
Yet, the mistake happened.
It was beyond correction. Then and even now, it is too late.
Looking back, for either of us, there is only one option.
To forget it, seems like a task impossible.
To live with it, is the only option left.
Weary is the mind, of bearing the burden alone.
Memories still linger on, difficult to be completely wiped off, leaving traces behind.
Though it is difficult, it is what will give the self, peace.
Forgiveness will remove the regrets.
Forgiveness of one’s self will change the guilt to remorse; to acceptance; acceptance of a lesson well learnt.
Acceptance. To accept one’s mistake, the consequences and the teachings of the experience.
For some things can’t be forgotten, but forgiveness is possible.
And that is what, gives the self another chance.
And if there were no wrong turns, it means that it was never your own journey to begin with. It was somebody else’s journey with instructions and directions at hand.
Making your own directions takes time, courage and plenty of mistakes. Acceptance and changes is what makes the mistakes worthwhile.
Life is simply not about a bed of roses, but of fields of a variety of flowers, each with its own story to tell.
And that it is what I believe in.