I came upon a nice article and it made me think. Did you notice that elders are sometimes so full of anger? On the caregivers, world, situation, themselves. They can't let it go. Well, maybe they should?
Here is a nice article about how forgiveness can make late life sweeter.
blog.oup/2014/11/forgiveness-gerontology/
scienceclarified/Ga-He/Gerontology.html
abc.au/science/articles/2014/11/13/4127054.htm
Understanding the elder's rage and frustrations as they progress to weaker stages helps the process of forgiveness. When I can feel that understanding I certainly feel more inner peace and release.
“There were admonitions about the self-destructiveness of not forgiving people . . . this usually doesn’t hurt other people as much as it hurts you. In fact, not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.”
—Anne Lamott, Small Victories, 2014, page 51.
When I found this site about 2 years ago, I was able to vent, purge the bitterness within. I thought I was ready to learn to forgive. I bought books, read articles online. And just cannot find it in me to complete those books. Like you, Jessie, I read this yesterday - over and over. Typed, erased, typed, erased, typed, erased. In the end, it remained unposted. Yes, forgiveness is for us - not our offenders. But obviously something is stopping me from learning to forgive. Or maybe I just don't know HOW to forgive. Reading books are one thing. I most likely would need therapy to learn the steps of how to forgive myself first, then to forgive those who hurt me.
I guess the only thing we need to decide if we choose to forgive is whether some atonement is needed. For example, it is easier to forgive someone after they wreck into your car if they admit their guilt and pay for the damage done.
I wonder if we make forgiveness too complicated, would we ever get it done.
“Acceptance of oneself is . . . the acid test of . . . life. That I feed the beggar, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy in the name of Christ— all these are . . . great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren, that I do unto Christ.
But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders . . . . that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved— what then?”
—Carl Jung, Psychological Reflections, 239.