Sorrow

How is sorrow attached to being sorry?

How many of us connect sorrow with that little phrase?

How many accept their own actions as having caused sorrow and, then, further, feel sorrow as a result of having hurt another?

We are so glib in our apologies, and so often we self justify out of our ignorance rather than malice. Of course I include my own actions and thoughts here; I am not accusing anyone but, rather, all of us--if you can call it accusing.

Soft hearts usually have been badly broken. The one with the soft heart has battled the tendency to harden the heart to stone, but the choice to surrender overcame the choice to get even. Talk about acceptance!

Letting go takes courage. This I understand. It has been easier to cling to what hurts than to be all alone adrift at sea.

Funny what I learn. Over and over. There is no absolute lesson but this: Love one another.