Ever since I was a child, whenever I see a movie or a TV series, or I read a book where the main premise is that of an ordinary innocent man (or woman) accused of a crime serving as an excuse to prove that the death penalty is a mistake, I think: ‘that won’t do’.
There is no excellence in pardoning who was already innocent, but actually who has indeed committed a crime, as horrific as this might be. That’s the value of true forgiveness, defending that the death penalty is wrong, even if there are people out there capable of the worst deeds.
That’s the difference between seeking sheer justice (which usually means using the regulatory channels to take revenge, since the system doesn’t allow the offended to take revenge themselves -oh, the irony) and true compassion.
Forgiveness is too difficult, of course. That’s why is the least chosen path.
And no: forgiving is not a divine matter. Not unless you still think that God is some fearsome entity that lives above our heads and sees and judges all of our acts, and will punish or award us in the end of times according to our behaviour.
God is supposed to live in all of us. The meaning of life lies in eventually finding it.
This post title may seem optimistic. It may sound as if life was giving you another chance everytime you open your eyes to a new morning. And that’s true. But at the same time, every morning can also be a prelude to a huge fight. A fight to maintain your own illusions by connecting with your innermost purest, innermost feelings and try to be loyal to your dreams. And try not to let your fears and insecurities deceive you. Because even when you’ve met your better self and you’ve made an oath to obey it, and only it, to trust your own instincts to guide you through the darkest paths in life, even so, it’ll still be hard to keep your self-confidence.