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The Blunt Truth


Just a few days ago, I was at the dinner table with my mother, having a chat about, well, pretty much this and that. Expectedly, she started to drift off and complaining about people, about events off the past, about old wounds that still scarred her. It was not the first time I was hearing this and to be honest, I was getting a bit tired of hearing the same old stories of resentment and who wronged who.

Me being me, attempted to put an end to all this. So I started my own lecture, about forgiveness, about forgetting events of the past, of not bothering so much with the business of others, to make her change.

To which she replied, rather bluntly,

"You sitting there, with your meditation and talks of peace and forgiveness. Once you grow up, start your own family, go out to work, you are going to meet quite a few people, who are not going be so nice to you. After you deal with them, you try your peace and forgiveness then. And if you can do it, good for you."

Must say that she had a point.

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