The Unfinished Business of Being Human (Musing #5130)
I am currently sitting in the wreckage of a suitcase that busted at the zipper. And you know what? I’m not taping it back together.
— M. Did a specific part of this resonate with you? The conversation about forgiveness, or the idea of "unpacking" the past? I’d love to hear where you are on your own road. Mature NL - 5130
For so long, I confused performance with competence. I thought being an adult meant being consistent, predictable, and solid. I thought it meant not changing your mind. I thought it meant swallowing your fear so deeply that it turned into indigestion.
But I am beginning to suspect that the wisest people among us are the ones who have stopped trying to be interesting. They are content to be boring. They have traded the dopamine hit of "busy" for the deep, cellular peace of "present." The Unfinished Business of Being Human (Musing #5130)
I have done terrible things by accident. I have done mediocre things on purpose. I have loved people poorly. I have held grudges like they were winning lottery tickets, refusing to cash them in because the fantasy of revenge was sweeter than the reality of release.
Maturity, as it turns out, is not about getting your act together. It is about realizing you were never supposed to have an "act" in the first place. I’d love to hear where you are on your own road
Maturity is the slow, painful realization that forgiveness is not about the other person. It never was. Forgiveness is the sharp knife you use to cut the rope you’ve been hanging from.