Forgiving Is Tough. Excusing Is Easy. What

Happy People Are Not Their Own Enemies, Do Not Carry On An Endless War With Their Souls. We May Be Fiercely At Odds With The Wrongs Of The World Around Us. But Inside Ourselves, Near The Core, If We Are Happy, We Are At Peace.

Some People Ask Who They Are And Expect Their Feelings To Tell Them. But Feelings Are Flickering Flames That Fade After Every Fitful Stimulus. Some People Ask Who They Are And Expect Their Achievements To Tell Them. But The Things We Accomplish Always Leave A Core Of Character Unrevealed. Some People Ask Who They Are And Expect Visions Of Their Ideal Self To Tell Them. But Our Visions Can Only Tell Us What We Want To Be, Not What We Are

Forgiving Is Love's Toughest Work, And Love's Biggest Risk. If You Twist It Into Something It Was Never Meant To Be, It Can Make You A Doormat Or An Insufferable Manipulator. Forgiving Seems Almost Unnatural. Our Sense Of Fairness Tells Us People Should Pay For The Wrong They Do. But Forgiving Is Love's Power To Break Nature's Rule.

Forgiving Is, First Of All, A Way Of Helping Yourself To Get Free Of The Unfair Pain Somebody Caused You.

Gandhi Was Right: If We All Live By 'an Eye For An Eye' The Whole World Will Be Blind. The Only Way Out Is Forgiveness.