Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out.
Why is it that a person can spend a lifetime defining himself or building her reputation but it takes no more than a moment to ruin all that work? Why does one’s life seem to be defined by a single act of wrongdoing? For instances: Peter (first thing that comes to mind? He denied Christ 3 times.); Richard Nixon (first thing that comes to mind? The Watergate Scandal.); Kobe Bryant (first thing that comes to mind? The rape charge.); Pete Rose (first thing that comes to mind? His gambling.). Why is this the case? Does the weight of a good reputation pale in comparison to the weight of one mistake?
I screwed up. 3 seconds. It took 3 seconds to ruin happiness. 3 seconds trumps a month of happiness. 3. Friggin. Seconds. But it was my fault, my mistake, my screw-up. Me. So who am I upset with? Me.
Why is it that a person can spend a lifetime defining himself or building her reputation but it takes no more than a moment to ruin all that work? Why does one’s life seem to be defined by a single act of wrongdoing? Ironically, most of us deal this way with ourselves as well. We see ourselves in the light of our mistakes. At least, the people I am close to do so.
Have I lost happiness? I am on two knees pleading for a ‘no.’ Do I deserve to lose happiness? I fear that to be a ‘yes.’
What can one do to restore the reputation? Is all hope always lost? Does ‘grace’ really exist on a human level? Can a mortal really give unconditional forgiveness? How does the one who is done wrong to move on when the human mind cannot forget at will? Won’t that grain of memory be a filter for the future transactions of that relationship?
I’m so sorry. Deeply. How can I help this?
How does the story end?
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