The Way I See It -Part I-

One of the most imprtant events in my life, to date, was the day I realized that time is unmanagable.
We walk around everyday, imagining that we’re immortal. Believing, in our stupid pride, that mankind rules all and is entirely indestructable.
When I was younger, I was under the impression that no one I loved was harmable, little less killable. The word “death” was foreing to me, “disease” sounded like a bad vegetable, and I didn’t know, little less understand, anything related to such words.
But just like summer eventually fades to fall, I came to know what it all meant. At the time, I was not aware of it. I just knew that such things hurt. And eventually, it struck me. I was standing over this mans grave, a man I’d spent my life hating, and I realized what time I’d wasted being angry at a man who was dead and gone. What’s done is done, and to forgive is divine. Even when it hurts, life is worthwhile, so spend your time accordingly.
It was that day that, for the very first time, I forgave long before I forgot.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the things I’ve done wrong, or the wrongs that have been done to me and my loved ones, but since that day I have forgiven myself and all others.
You may wonder why, and so I’ll tell you. It is because life is too short to hate, and it is barely long enough to love. So why do I want to spend my life doing something no one will remember me for?
So, in my opinion, the day I realized how to live is far more important than any monochrome event we humans seem to enjoy remembering.