The funny thing about forgiveness

The funny thing about forgiveness is that it's not so fucking funny. Much as you might try to forgive, try will yourself to forgive, you don't get to make that decision. It happens of it's own accord. On its own time table. You don't have a conscious say. At some point you just pass out drunk after a bottle of port and wake up having forgiven the sins of the past.

It's the craziness of religion that the prayer recited mindlessly by so many should remind us to forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And it's sad that even those who would recite the words have no control over who, what when, where and why they may both forgive and be forgiven.

I don't pray, but if I did, I would pray the sins of my life are washed away and I pray, I would pray, that I am allowed to forgive those who have sinned against me. Either that or I pray I can find enough port to silence the cries.