“ We are inscrutable even to ourselves, I suppose. ”
Forgiveness was work, Eduardo told victims' families--but so, then, was love, and deciding what was right, and defending it. Recusing yourself from judgment so you won't be tainted by the aggressor's sin is the same as turning away from empathy so you won't be touched by the victim's pain.
~ Jennifer Dubois
When my father wrote about fate, I think he was writing about the reality that is, when there are so many other realities that could have been.
Sadness, forever unacknowledged, eventually becomes resentment.
Sometimes there are things we don't understand even about ourselves. Sometimes we run out of the time to keep trying to unravel them, and we have to sit back and content ourselves with a shrug. But I think there are some things that we'd never understand even if we had forever to wonder. There are things that - even if we had unnumbered lifetimes to think about them - we still wouldn't know.
