In the past few weeks, my idea of a home has changed dramatically.. My idea of a family has changed as well.
Is it true what they say, that your family are the only ones who’d love you unconditionally? Do all families love unconditionally? What about those who abuse? Do they love? Unconditionally?
Confession:
Whenever I meet a friend that I know they’d love me no matter what.. I call them my brother or my sister.. Because for me.. They are my family..
We all make mistakes.. We lie.. We disobey.. And we do things we’re not suppose to do.. We break the rules and we make our own.. And we learn from our mistakes..
But we never think that a day will come when our mistakes are no longer forgiven.. And that unconditional love will reach it’s limits..
They say there’s a fine line between absolute love and absolute hate..
Confession:
when I made my mistake.. I was drowned in guilt that I forced myself to tolerate all consequence.. All outcomes.. Til I realized,
When punishment is greater than the sin.. When love turns into pure hate.. We just can’t blame ourselves anymore..
” So we fight.. Throw the hurt.. And we cry and cry….
And we live.. And we learn.. And we try and try…. “
I think as long as our mistakes don’t hurt/harm anyone except us! we should not give the right to anyone even family to judge us and to think of that mistake as unforgiven..
the most important thing is you! you have to forgive yourself.. once you do! you will feel relieved
no one is perfect! we are humans and making mistakes is like a habit we practice it everyday.
We all need to be more careful about who we choose to call family.
Yet we never learn. Time and time again.
Glad you don’t blame yourself (completely) anymore.
It’s a start.