On Forgiveness—Part I

“Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny.”
― Lao Tzu

The science is telling us more and more that the brain is a muscle. The ancient wisdom is true, what we think and say matters, thoughts become words, words become actions, actions become habits, and habits become character. People that live a life defined by anger and revenge are not only unpleasant to be around, that anger and that desire for revenge corrodes the person for whom anger and revenge becomes a way of life. It is unpleasant and unhealthy, rather like living on top of a leaking, toxic dump.

Forgiveness and gratitude on the other hand, are a joy to live close to. They bring healing. Entire religions are founded on this core principle, that every human needs and craves forgiveness, and every life is enriched by gratitude. But why is this true? What makes anger and revenge destructive, and forgiveness and gratitude their opposites? The most obvious answer is that anger and revenge are themselves violent and destructive, while forgiveness and gratitude are not, but there is a more subtle answer.

Anger and revenge are oppositional, and represent a path that is blocked by something that must be destroyed. Forgiveness and gratitude are a way of removing barriers and clearing a forward path. Revenge depends on factors that are often not in our control, while forgiveness and gratitude are most often well within our control. Anger is often a product of the frustration felt at being unable to reach an objective. For reasons which should be perfectly obvious, revenge is often neither a good idea, nor is it obtainable, not without resorting to actions which are illegal, immoral, and often both.

But the fact that forgiveness and gratitude are possible, does not mean that they are always easy. Far from it.

storytelling

what passes for friendship
a wave from a neighbour
the one you didn’t know
wakes up yelling in the middle of the night
because sarge just lost her left leg
to an ied, for what seems like the millionth time

or is that too romantic
maybe she just lies awake lonely at night
comforting herself with rum and coke,
does anyone drink rum and coke anymore

what passes for friendship
is it a smile and a kind word
when all you want is that pizza
and get the hell out of here
because that twelve year old is standing too close
and who knows what he picked up at school
but he doesn’t care
he just wants pizza, like you do

should have had it delivered
but the same man has shown up at the door
twice now
i know he’s a russian from ukraine

what passes for friendship
he called me by my name
we’ve never met but he knows my name
makes a point to use it too
that’s what they taught him to do
in that webinar on how to be a successful entrepreneur
never miss a moment to sell
never miss a moment to connect

so many faces that i know
the moment i see them
looking for something
for money, for a return customer

what passes for friendship
when times are hard
and you’re stuck in a cabin
in winter, on the shores of grand lake
waiting for the snows to melt
and the floods to make the lake
twice it’s normal size

i cared about you
i think of you often
i have a picture of you on the wall
i place candles in front of it

until the soot blackens it
and i write “friend” in it
with my index finger,
the finger that i can’t hold still
the finger of blame.

what passes for friendship
i don’t know
but i’m sure what i know about you
is mostly guesswork and storytelling