If I truly “forget” I don’t act bitter.
If I truly forgive then you are a stranger.
And how would I treat a stranger?
Really, really nicely.
Really, really brightly. Gently.
You wouldn’t owe me anything, nor I you.
I’d wish you well because there’d be nothing at all on the record for me to think otherwise.
The best revenge is for me to not need you to add to a narrative I have of myself, even a positive one.
Because not only would they not have any baggage to put on me, but they’d simply be unable to affect me enough to give any.
So really. What does it mean to actually forgive?
It’s the revenge you may be looking for if you haven’t let go. To just straight up.. not even know someone did wrong. To be so disinterested that it’s clear it’s not starting from scratch, but also, polite enough to where it’s not clear there was ever a stain.
If you’ve just… straight up forgotten someone’s iniquities. Because they have so little significance to you, that their sins have been forgiven.
It’s really a power move that Jesus could forgive you of your sins, huh. You are so little significance, even as you crucify him on a cross, for not even death can phase him.
To become Christ-like is to become detached.
To not need to “pray for your enemies” because what enemies?
To forget is to literally leave a place you didn’t even know you were in…
Because you don’t need it.
Because you don’t need to hang onto stuff that isn’t yours to remember your life has meaning.
To forgive via forgetting… is to say “fuck it” to the worst part of being human, and the best part of being able to create whatever you want in this life.
Go create with all the free time and space, as your way of forgiving.
Because when you’re making love with life itself
Who cares who’s crossed you?