The Power Of Forgiveness

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I was watching a movie.

A Thousand Words with Eddie Murphy. What I got out of it was all the useless words we spout regularly. How much of it is truly valuable?

As a blogger, it got me thinking. A thousand words for a blog post is normal . . . and for some much too long, but it is usually a goal.

The Essence Of The Movie

Eddie Murphy is an agent for writers.

He was excellent at his job and was top in his industry. Then one day, he connected with this tree. And with every word he spoke, leaves would fall from the tree.

Once the leaves were gone . . . so would the man, played by Eddie Murphy.

So, once he realized what was happening, he was forced to stop talking. He tried to get help from a spiritual guru, but to no avail . . . but it had to getting his life right . . .

And, once he did . . . the “old” man became a “new” man . . .

Yes, that was a movie . . . but is there at least a grain of truth to be gathered from it?

The New Year Is A Time Of Reflection

It’s about Resolutions.

That we’ll either keep . . . or forget about after a few weeks or months.

We always want each year of our lives to be better than the previous one . . . or build upon previous ones. We aspire to success is many areas of our lives.

But, do we need to forgive?

Could we be happier by forgiving?

I believe I could be a happier person by forgiving. I can’t speak for you.

I Try To Be More Positive In Word And Deed

Of course, I’ll have opinions . . . I’m endeavoring to be more positive and less negative.

Now, when it comes to making a review . . . it either works or it doesn’t . . . I may enjoy it or I didn’t find it worthwhile — in the case of a book, game or movie, for example.

Those latter categories are subjective. And an opinion is merely an opinion . . . unless there is an intention to hurt others . . . that, I try not to do.

Yes, there are definitely gray areas that make a general discussion difficult.

In my everyday interactions, I’m trying to be more positive. When I think back to old hurts and disappointments, I strive for forgiveness. It doesn’t mean the other person may forgive me . . . that’s not the point . . . it’s what I can do for making me a better person . . . and forgiveness is sometimes necessary.

It does sound a bit selfish on my part . . . this gives me more to think about and understand.

I just don’t want to harbor negativity within me. I never set out to make enemies. But, the truth is, not everyone is going to like me. And I must accept that. I’m not out to changing minds.

This Discussion Started From A Movie

I thought it worthwhile to discuss here . . . just in case it would ring true with you.

If it does, wonderful. If not, that’s wonderful, too.

This was basically written to give you some food for thought. And maybe suggest a movie, you may enjoy.

I enjoy learning something new in an entertaining way . . . and think about how I can apply it to my life . . . to make me a better person.

Thank you for stopping by. I do hope this post was informative.

Until next time,

Sharon

A Quote For Thought

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Occasionally I come across a quote . . . I wonder is funny . . . or just dumb. 

“I don’t exactly hate you, but if you were on fire and I had water, I’d drink it” seems to be a bit of a head scratcher. Initially, it did pull me up a bit short and I could see the humor in it, but . . .  If someone said that to me, I honestly don’t know what I’d think or do . . . maybe laugh . . . and maybe inquire as to why it was said, maybe shrug it off or perhaps reply, “Good to know.”

Of course, it depends upon who said it . . . and my particular mood at the moment.

There’s a major difference in responses depending upon the age group. Since I’m a mature adult, I don’t particularly care what others say or think of me. Well, that’s on a good day. If I’m down and feeling insecure, I might take it to heart and wonder why it was said. Of course, I’d dissect it word for word.

 “I don’t exactly hate you . . .” That’s positive . . . but back-handed to a degree . . . maybe even wimpy.

“but if you were on fire and I had water, I’d drink it.” Whoa! That’s mean spirited. It contradicts the beginning of the sentence of not exactly hating me . . . so, I couldn’t expect help from this person . . . Almost like Nero playing the violin while Rome burned. 

Perhaps the amount of water this person had wasn’t enough to put out the fire . . . or there was a message for me to bring my own water in case of such an event. It’s always good to be prepared.

So, possible responses would be:

  • Good to know.
  • Thanks for the warning.
  • Really?
  • Having a bad day?
  • What brought this on?

You see, for me, this seems to reflect more on the person making the comment than it reflected on me. I would wonder if they were just trying to be funny . . . or there was a deep seeded meaning behind it. Had I offended this person in some way? Would it be wise to engage him/her in conversation . . . or shrug it off?

Too often we don’t know the best comment. And, there are many factors to consider — how well we know the person and if it is worthwhile to pursue a friendship with him/her or was the person “grand standing” with friends?

Bullying has never been my strong suit — not in being a bully and not handling bullying very well. All I know is to ignore it and not allow it to get under my skin. I honestly don’t remember being bullied . . . I walked around with my head in the clouds most of the time. And if I was bullied, I ignored it . . . because I didn’t hear it.

When I was growing up, my family moved around a lot. I was always the new kid . . . so I had a lot on my mind . . . remembering my schedule, locker combination, or the location of the rest rooms. Some kids were nice and friendly . . . and then there were others . . . they were full of themselves and didn’t really pay attention to the rest of us . . . and if they chose to pick on me, I’d be preoccupied with the various thoughts that would ramble through my mind: 

  • what’s for lunch?
  • what bus am I to ride home?
  • and if I didn’t ride the bus, would I remember my way home?

I’d be thinking about my homework . . . song lyrics . . . or whatever popped into my head. Sometimes I’d notice my feet hurt from the shoes I was wearing and how I was getting a blister on my heal . . . and if I had a band-aide or needed to get one from the nurse’s office. 

Yes, I was a geeky kid . . . I made friends easily . . . but the older I got, the more difficult . . . but there were many who hadn’t grown up there . . . or didn’t fit in . . . I guess it’s more of a “thing” for kids today than it was back in my day. But, there was still a degree of bullying.

Isn’t that a sad commentary on modern society?

I don’t have any great advice on the subject or why I’m writing this . . . or picked that quote . . . at first it amused me, but now I’m no longer amused. Maybe my choosing it or writing about it has to do with something I heard on the radio . . . or in passing when I was running errands . . . or just one of those random thoughts that stuck in my mind . . . 

Maybe it was a message I heard in church on the subject of “forgiveness.” We are to forgive, but not necessarily to forget. I may have heard it wrong when I was growing up or the message was wrong or I have it wrong now. Forgiving seems much easier than forgetting. The remembering gives us the lessons to grow . . . to mature . . . maybe even develop a tough skin so we aren’t easily offended and allow others to be and live as they choose without judgment. And not to go around with a chip on our shoulder.

When you stop to think of it . . . most conflicts in families and friendships stem from someone not forgiving and not forgetting . . . but allowing it to fester . . . and grow into something ugly . . . Jealousy comes to mind . . . I have a neighbor who is into one-up-man-ship, she always has to be right and always has to be better than me. That’s fine with me . . . it’s a waste of time for me to dwell upon such a thing. If it makes her feel good, good for her. I guess I’m just not that competitive or care. I’m confident with who I am. I have nothing to prove. She’s a fine woman with a loving husband and two grown children and I don’t know how many grandchildren, but she’ll remind me the next time I see her . . . 

Isn’t life much easier when we follow the “golden rule” broadly translated to “Don’t do to others what you don’t want them to do to you.”

That seems to apply to everything . . . especially bullying . . . unless the bully wants to be bullied . . . but I don’t choose to be a bully . . . that would just keep the cycle going . . . or playing this senseless game with my neighbor . . . it’s a total waste of my time and energy . . . Obviously, in these two examples, the bully and the neighbor aren’t following the golden rule . . . and neither are others who use such tactics as lies, posturing and bullying to get what they want . . . and ruin others in the process . . . yes, you know who they may be . . . people at work, school, clubs, church . . . or even family members . . . and former friends . . .

Isn’t it remarkable that something so simple could truly make the world a much safer and healthier place?