When burying the hatchet over old wounds, when the opportunity arises to make amends, do we kiss and make up agreeing to disagree? Or rehash all the icky, painful, uncomfortable stuff, leaving the possibility for more damage once the proverbial pot is stirred.
If we don’t talk about it, is it ever really resolved? Do bad feelings linger? How much do we ignore before we say enough is enough? And, are some wounds so deep they can never heal?
The three sweetest words in life are “I love you.” The second best, “I am sorry.”
Though for some people saying “I’m sorry” is hard, almost painful. Why do some people have such a hard time admitting they’re wrong? Is it arrogance, competitiveness, egos?
Deep down, I’d like to believe they actually have some awareness, but wonder if they fool themselves into thinking that if they don’t admit it maybe it never really happened.
If “to err is human, to forgive divine,” well, saying “I am sorry” is pretty divine too. Those three simple words can do more good, raise our serotonin levels, and unleash more happy endorphins than pretty much anything.
But the key is how it is said. A person can feel it it is sincerity. Looking someone in the eye, not rolling the eyes, is a good start. Not saying, “but…” after “I am sorry”, works wonders too.
If “Love means never having to say you’re sorry,” how do we ever begin to forgive?