'Unforgiving'

A dear friend told me to be 'more forgiving of the world', commenting on a post I wrote with sarcasm. There are times when I seem to be unforgiving, like when I am nervously waiting for my turn to be interviewed and I wait three hours. So I fiddle with the keys of this extension-of-my-arm tablet, and furiously write, well, whatever. While waiting, fidgeting, craving for burgers, and stuff,  to relieve the tension wherever and whenever. I find writing very therapeutic, in place of exercise, for example. Though many will tell me to exercise as much as I type, given my weight. 

I write my thoughts about a person, an event, a relationship, a celebration, a frustration. I am not a specific type of blogger. I simply write. To let my thoughts out, share, perhaps offend, too. I read once that if you are not able to offend others in a way or another by your writing, you are not a good writer. I challenge myself to be proper, though, most of the time.  My points of view are shallow, at times deep. At times lingering. One never really knows which way the fingers would go. 

I am quite forgiving, actually. I am tolerant. I am patient. Of others, of the world. Truth to tell, I am an abuser of the words: forgive, tolerate, be patient. Maybe it would be a brilliant idea to ask those from the other side of the story if they, too, can be as forgiving, tolerant and patient. I will dare say, not. But of course many would say they, too, possess the unending forgiveness, tolerance and patience. Of me, of the world. I feel strongly that these words? They are all best given meaning when we afford it to ourselves. Forgive ourselves for our indiscretions; tolerate the urge to be exactly who we are, authentic and true; and patient with the constant rebuilding of ourselves. 

-written after watching one of the best movies I have ever seen, 'Last Knights'

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