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At the beginning of 2017, I started writing about forgiveness, up till this very day, the article is still a “work in progress”. What prompted me to write about something I would not finish still baffles me, it is still my longest unfinished work. Just a month and few days before I started writing forgiveness, someone who was a great part of me did something really bad, something I wouldn’t have done to anyone, even my greatest enemy. I told myself I’ve forgiven the person but at the same time I did not really want to have anything to do with the person again. Maybe that was really the cause of my “forgiveness” woe. One bizarre fact about me is that I am a kind of guy that doesn’t really show his emotion, I am the type that would smile through hardship, failure and other bad stuffs, crying isn’t just for me, nay. I would rather smile a damning smile than allow people to start asking questions or start consoling m, but there had been two occasions where I couldn’t fight it and both we

The other day, my daughter posted a status about the way people pretends to care about you, she claimed people only pretend to care but in “reality” they don’t. So I tried to make her see it in another way. Just because people do not get in touch doesn’t mean they don’t give a damn about you. The reality is that life gets in our ways and we all gets busy with life and so instead of reaching out to those we love we keep them in our hearts instead. Today, a very good friend of mine visited me. Prior to her visits, we haven’t had a decent conversation in months, yeah months. Our chat has always been limited to hello, hi, how are you and some sort of greetings like that. In fact, we could go months not even saying the supposed “hi”. But the truth is I give so much damn about her and I do love her, and I respect her a lot and she’s very valuable to me. Does that mean I did not care about her or she meant nothing to me all those times we chatted less or did not chat at all? Okay, that