Getting Past My Past

To all of my former “Perpetrators of Injustice“:

You don’t owe me anything anymore.

Your debt to me, known or unbeknownst to you, is forgiven.  It’s removed from the books.

I  have to move on you see, and all this baggage is weighing me down. These memory stubs have got to go. I let the sun go down on my anger a long time ago, and the darkness buried it deep inside me, until it hardened into these lumps of coal. Now it’s time to dig them up and toss them out. I know, I’ve chipped away at them before, but that’s just not enough for me anymore. I yearn to be free, free of these heavy encumbrances that hold me to the ground, hunched over with the world on my shoulders.

I have come to the conclusion that all injustices happen for one of two reasons:

1) YOU DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER, BECAUSE NO ONE EVER TAUGHT YOU; or,
2) YOU SUFFER FROM SPIRITUAL / MENTAL SICKNESS AND ARE UNABLE TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
Your spirit is out of balance! It’s okay, mine is too. I understand. You’re not apologetic? Well, I guess I just don’t care, see reason #2 above.

And, both of these reasons boil down to one fairly familiar statement:
“FATHER, FORGIVE THEM, FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!“