Reflecting on the complicated dance of love and hatred, the
surprise and horror of having what I love ripped away from me without warning;
what is my response in these inevitable moments of suffering? Do I strike back in anger and retaliation,
inflicting pain on others and wanting retribution for my loss, blind to the
other’s pain and my own continuing contribution to the cycle of violence? I admit this response does have a seductive
appeal. Other times I struggle to understand what
possible good or meaning could come from the tragedies of my life, is there a
way to love in the midst of darkness? When
I’m honest this isn’t my first, instinctive response. Sometimes I fall on my knees doubting my
ability to muster the strength to carry on and believe in goodness,
forgiveness, and compassion.
For today I choose forgiveness and a belief that love is
more powerful than hatred. I will reach
out to someone who is suffering and whisper a word of kindness in memory of
moments of my past pain. I will remember how I feel when others have comforted and supported me during the hard times.
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