Imagine receiving a phone call, out of the blue, from a long lost childhood friend. A friend who suffered a terrible crime when you were both boys. A crime you knew about but did nothing to help.
How would you feel, as an adult, to hear the kind voice of your long lost friend? A friend who still loves you. A friend who harbors no animosity.
A friend who enticingly says, “There is a way to be good again.”
The past claws its way out
There’s a point of reflection in the Kite Runner where the following lines are shared:
“…but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.”
A lot of people make mistakes. They hurt others, and thus themselves. So they repress the things they’ve done. Stuff it all in the deepest caverns of their minds, hoping time and distance will dissolve the memories.
But the memories are like leeches on the human spirit, siphoning our hope and joy. Sometimes the memories can make us sick.
“A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”
― Ian McEwan, Atonement
It’s tempting to let sleeping dogs lie, and sometimes it’s best not to dredge up the past with wounded souls. But what about our injured souls? How do we find a way to be good again?
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