Last night I had a dream about my friend – we were talking on the phone while she was at work, laughing about this and that. It felt so good, and so I suggested to my friend that we go to lunch. “We haven’t gone to lunch in so long,” I said to her. She agreed and wondered if I knew where her work place was at, since it been so long since we’d seen one another. I woke up smiling, excited about my lunch date… until I realized it was a dream.
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
Forgiveness is something that once again is on my mind because of this friend, as I realize forgiveness and forgetting are two very different things. Once, a long time ago, I betrayed this friend and kept silent. Years later I confessed, believing the truth would be better than a lie. Knowing I could lose my friend, but also knowing I would deserve it. I wasn’t blind to my betrayal, nor to the fact it was my price to pay if it was meant to be paid. I was surprised and humbled when she selflessly offered forgiveness. I didn’t question the quickness of it, and I guess neither did she.
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
I learned recently that the real reason my friend let the break between us stay a break was not because of the fight about my ex-girlfriend or even her new boyfriend but because of the this one act of betrayal that she thought she’d forgiven me for but hadn’t. If I’m honest, I knew it wasn’t only about those silly fights. I knew what it was about and part of me thinks I deserve it.
It took me a long time to accept that I couldn’t change what I’d done. I can’t take it back, I can’t make it right, and I can’t make it go away. Ever. Regretting it won’t give anything but heartache. People are more than one particular act; rather they are a collection of many acts. Concentrating solely on just one act takes away from everything else that person has done or been to others. I am not that one selfish act I committed years and years ago. I won’t make excuses for it but neither will I live my life trying to make up for it. Because I can’t.
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
In some ways, that one act allowed me to see what I am capable of – it allowed me to see that we, as humans, are capable of incredible goodness and terrible badness. All of us have the potential to be great and the potential to cause great harm. There is a line between good and evil and we all can dance on either side of the line. I know now, from personal experience, that good people do in fact do bad things without ever intentionally meaning to hurt anyone in particular or with little thought to the consequences until its too late.
The whole reason I confessed to my friend was because I realized my silence took away her right to choose. It took her right to learn and grow from her own life experiences because she didn’t know. It was selfish of me to lie about it because I was afraid of losing her. She had a right to choose her own path from that experience, and I denied her that choice by not being honest from the start. I don’t say this now to be a martyr or a victim. I just felt I’d grown from that scared, selfish girl of years ago to a person who understands that truth is the better than a lie of any kind, even a lie to yourself.
We all owe it to ourselves to look inside internally before judging people. Can you, dear reader, look back at decisions made in your own life, with respect to others in that life like husbands, girlfriends, lovers, wives, and honestly say you’ve never made a decision selfishly without thought or care to how it would affect someone else until it was too late? Can you throw around words like honor and integrity and honestly say you’ve never made a mistake?
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
When I think about this friend now, knowing the truth about why she isn’t talking to me anymore, I go back and forth between sadness and anger. Denial and acceptance. I’m paying the price for my actions and I’m not surprised or even mad. I’ve also been judged without a word to me about the true nature of her anger, without a chance to defend myself. Not that I could. Not that I would even bother. I told her the truth and apologized without making excuses. I have nothing left to say and there is nothing I can do about the past.
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
In the end, I owe her nothing. Not even my shame. It is mine to bear or get over if I so choose. And I choose forgiveness. No one is perfect. I refuse to dwell on a choice I made six years ago, in another life, as a different person. I will not spend my life attempting to make up for it. Nor will I allow myself to be treated poorly by the person I unwittingly hurt. Even if she has the right to be and stay mad, to not forgive, it is her own choice to make and live with.
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
I personally have no regrets.
