To forgive is to set a prisoner free.
And then you discover the prisoner was you.

It isnt about compromise, and it isnt about losing the fight. It's not about convincing yourself that what happened to you was alright, it's not about looking at the angry welts that have been left behind.

You look at the wounds and see the scars, and you are reminded that the pain has never gone away. Scenes playback and you shudder from the mere memory of it, allowing it to consume you all over again.

The bile of bitterness has been stuck in your throat-- you can neither swallow it nor spit it out.

But through self talk therapy and with time on your side, you start to realise many different things.

You realise that harm is self-inflicted, and you desire to learn from it rather than to be eaten away. You realise that you are big enough to endure the duality of human experience. And then you awaken one day to a wholeness that you receive when you are able to let go.

When you feel so much, it usually means it means a lot. You realise that it's not worth a single dime, let alone anything else.

That's how I let go. Because I decided that to be ruled by emotions harbouring such strength takes up too much precious energy, and it's better invested somewhere else. Indifference comes in, simply because it's not worth a single ounce of my care.

Blaming everybody else doesnt end the torture. Accepting responsbility doesnt begin the game. Stepping away wins.

And then you rise the head that has been drooped and fearful, and intake that fresh air that has been available to you all along.

Congratulate yourself.

For you have discovered a whole new meaning of sunny days...