Purgation
One day, I decided to forgive people. I started with my parents.
I lived fifteen or so years of my life expecting to die before my time. When I realized that this might not happen, I became paralyzed. You see, I was not sure that I want to live in the first place. I was not suicidal; a suicide wants to die. I just wasn’t certain that I wanted to be born. There is a difference. And so I lived my life unborn, unhappy, and unsure whether I wanted to live or not. Telling somebody, who does not want to live, that they should want to live is like trying to make an olympian out of a cripple. My legs simply were not there.
In the end, I forgave everybody.
