Sometimes I wonder if I'm too quick to forgive. I forgive people easily, and my friends say that's a good thing, but then I worry – am I being forgiving or am I just being a pushover? Do I forgive because I'm kind or because I'm afraid of conflict? 🤔

There's this person in my life who said something really mean to me, and it hurt for days. But the moment they said sorry – and I mean a real, genuine sorry – something in me just... let go. And I thought, is this what forgiveness is supposed to feel like? Like relief? Like choosing to believe in the goodness of someone even when they've shown you they're not always good? 💫

I think forgiveness is brave. It's like saying to someone: I know you messed up, and I know you hurt me, but I'm choosing to believe you're better than that moment. I'm choosing to move forward. I'm choosing hope over bitterness. And maybe that makes me naive, but at least I'm not carrying around all that anger inside me, poisoning myself 🌸

Does forgiveness always have to mean forgetting, or can you forgive someone and still remember why they hurt you? 💗