this piece had a strange result for me. in the beginning especially about how mother was in a bad position. I could see my mother surrounded by stacks of dirty dishes from making dinner for the six of us. i felt bad for her and would try to help. if i broke a dish while helping, my father would beat me. i still have difficulties hearing out of one ear from his hitting me so hard. i did not like my father, who, even on his deathbed managed to insult both me and my wife. but for some reason this writing forced me to see something i had not considered before - how did marriage become what it was then and still is for some now. i'll tell you what i see: my mother surrounded by piles of dishes, on one hand. And now, for the first time, i see my father surrounded by piles of his dead friends on a battlefiled. Yes, he survived, but the rest of his platoon all dead. should I have had more understanding and compassion towards my father? he didn't teach me those things. my mother did. but I wasn't very good at it. so, now i must reconsider a life of hating my father. that is what has come up in my mind. i love your inspirational writing, Sagrio. you make me think.
Forgiving your father doesn’t mean justifying his actions; it means freeing yourself from the emotional burden you carry and making room for peace and healing in your life.
My response is based on Carl Jung’s perspective.
But this is a humble piece of advice from someone who strives to improve everyday… we all need to let go of what keeps us tied to pain and prevent us from flowing.
this piece had a strange result for me. in the beginning especially about how mother was in a bad position. I could see my mother surrounded by stacks of dirty dishes from making dinner for the six of us. i felt bad for her and would try to help. if i broke a dish while helping, my father would beat me. i still have difficulties hearing out of one ear from his hitting me so hard. i did not like my father, who, even on his deathbed managed to insult both me and my wife. but for some reason this writing forced me to see something i had not considered before - how did marriage become what it was then and still is for some now. i'll tell you what i see: my mother surrounded by piles of dishes, on one hand. And now, for the first time, i see my father surrounded by piles of his dead friends on a battlefiled. Yes, he survived, but the rest of his platoon all dead. should I have had more understanding and compassion towards my father? he didn't teach me those things. my mother did. but I wasn't very good at it. so, now i must reconsider a life of hating my father. that is what has come up in my mind. i love your inspirational writing, Sagrio. you make me think.
Forgiving your father doesn’t mean justifying his actions; it means freeing yourself from the emotional burden you carry and making room for peace and healing in your life.
My response is based on Carl Jung’s perspective.
But this is a humble piece of advice from someone who strives to improve everyday… we all need to let go of what keeps us tied to pain and prevent us from flowing.
Have a fantastic week
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Sí, lo entiendo. ¡Y que tú también tengas una buena semana!