Like cooking and sex, some people are better at forgiveness than others. I count myself among the deficient crew. Up until recently, I’ve taken a backwards approach to forgiveness. My philosophy was to hand out many “get-out-of-jail-free” cards, but once they were used up, so were the offers of any more. There was a threshold of betrayal and once crossed, there was no going back.
Part of my problem with the concept of forgiveness is my strong belief that people should be held accountable for their actions. Moreover, people should pay for their mistakes. Forgiveness seemed a foolish concept—a way of erasing another person’s slate. Go ahead and dump on me. It’s okay, because I forgive you. Ugh!
Then I started to look at forgiveness from a different angle. Maybe my job isn’t to dish out punishment. Maybe forgiveness means realizing we are all human and inevitably, we will all mess things up. But what about the epic screw-ups? Are there some things in life that are beyond forgiveness?
You only have to forgive, but you don’t have to forget. How cliché. How convenient. But how right.
Maybe forgiveness is all about letting go of the anger and sourness—like pouring the grease off of cooking meat. Maybe forgiveness is an internal process. I toss aside the hurt, but that doesn’t necessarily dictate what I do next. It doesn’t strictly imply that I allow someone whom I know is dangerous back into my life. The process of forgiveness doesn’t mean I have to reach out to the person I forgive. I just have to let go of the poison.
So I tried it out. I opened my heart and shed feelings of bitterness and resentment. In some cases, I reached out to those against whom I have held a grudge. In other cases, common sense told me to stay away. Either way, I feel lighter and more at peace than I have in a very long time. Maybe forgiveness isn’t so bad after all.