Forgiving someone is never my best traits.
They say, Tuhan saja Maha Pemaaf. masak kita nggak?
Well, that’s the point. God is Maha. People, do not that Maha on everything. We are people. We are flawed. We even have flaws in our flaws.
Me? Not so much.
But time heals. Normally, I’d move on. Of all the shits I had to go thru, of all shitty people I had to put up with, I had made peace with most of them.
Except for a few. There are 2 types of people whom I can’t seem to forgive.
(1) People with authority and used it to make tougher for everyone else.
People, whose actions had robbed me of my life options.
(2) Or people who were ungrateful.
I have been wanting to write a story about the first one.
2016 would be a timely release of it – as it has been 20 years.
The problem is, writing a story about this, requires me to travel back in time and feel the same frustration, the same helplessness and the same pain that took me years to heal.
So, I don’t know.
But I agree with Victor Levin. A writer’s suffering has to be good for something.