Monday, March 28, 2011

Forgiveness 3

I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath
My wrath did end.

William Blake

My dear friend

I am sure that sometime, somewhere, I must have offended you. And you have certainly made me angry too. Because we can be petty yet insensitive, occasionally selfish and generally busy, it is a wonder we have any friends at all.

But people keep friends by deciding to forgive one another for most of the failings and weaknesses we see. We overlook slights and wince only slightly if a friend treads on our toes. We choose patience over offence. And we accept that everyone has his/her limitations. Surely friendships should be able to withstand some shock and friction.

If not, who would have any friend left?

1 comment:

tyhan said...

此乃真知灼见也 (: