Forgiving the Unforgiven

It was told to me by a friend recently,  the key to long life is:  

"Forgive everything, everybody, for it all, every night."

Since hearing this, I am beginning to put this idea into practice, in hopes it will become routine.  There are a plethora of actions and behaviors which fall into the category of 'forgiveness' - so I do not take it lightly.  I try to determine each night, what I personally would forgive someone for.  

Some rely on forgiveness as much as they rely on air.  Some believe their actions and behaviors don't qualify for forgiveness at all.  Forgiveness should not be handed out like parking tickets in Los Angeles, nor should it be denied or doubted.

Observing the power of life and love, forgiveness is a key to longevity.  If one cannot forgive someone of their actions, there ceases to be growth and development.  If it is over abundant, it looses its purpose and meaning.  

It had been a long time since I agreed to forgive someone.  I did recently (for reasons I never thought I could personally do), along with myself, and it presented a feeling of release.  

I am capable of so much and then, so little.  But by forgiving, it helps me close the margins on a 'little' - and provides the capacity to grow a little more.

The Beginning of The End of the Beginning

Every so often a song can change your entire outlook on life.  At least for the duration of the song - and each attempt to recreate that mood and timing with that chosen song, is a lost and failed attempt.  Imagine your life looking and feeling just like a movie, if just for a brief stroll down the dark and dilapidated block or mighty jaunt in your automobile, cruising through the mighty Southwest, the hard sun beating down on all the dappled souls.

Quite possibly the most inspiring of these moments comes when a song sounds as if the beginning is really the end, or the end is really just the beginning.  Where it creates life and takes it away.  Where you think you are falling in love, but you are really falling out of love.  

It is a cinematic moment, where all the ducks in the pond align perfectly.  And just as soon as you believe you figured out all there is in your life, the song fades.  You scramble to follow up on the moment, hoping to add more fire to your inspiration.   Time expires, as it so naturally does.  You lost the moment, just as much as you found it.

If there is anything, or if there is nothing, there is always music.  And there is time, all the time.