When my friend and I hug, our bellies touch. I enjoy my comfort with him that we don’t have to tuck in, square our shoulders, or be whom we’re not with each other. Through his glasses I see his eyes, and through his eyes I see the mirror that is his soul. I know him. He is just like me.
sometimes I am the victim, sometimes the perpetrator. I don't remember being taught empathy, but eventually I started to notice the impact of unkindness. I love the idea that we are all following up on IOUs as we get older and wiser. Thanks for giving me this opportunity to reflect.
Sweet piece, Eric
sometimes I am the victim, sometimes the perpetrator. I don't remember being taught empathy, but eventually I started to notice the impact of unkindness. I love the idea that we are all following up on IOUs as we get older and wiser. Thanks for giving me this opportunity to reflect.
Thought-provoking. There are so many aspects to forgiving, being forgiven and forgiveness in general. Fascinating piece.