KARMA NEVER LOSES AN ADDRESS

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the type of person who apologizes. It doesn’t bother me to say, “I was wrong and I am really sorry”. Especially as I’ve gotten older (and wiser!) and discovered just how important of a role an apology plays in relationships. Whatever kind of relationship it is. Friendship. Family. Love.

We all do things in life we regret. So as we are taught in kindergarten, when you do something that hurts someone (intentional or not)…you apologize. It’s simply the right thing to do.

At least for some people.

These 'some people' either just don’t think they are wrong or are too hard-headed to apologize. Pride gets in the way.  Immaturity. Whatever. And to be honest, the apology would be disingenuous anyway, so who needs that? Don’t waste my time.

I’ll be blunt here. I got really mad the other day about having never received an apology from someone who frankly…owes me more than an apology. But hey…it would be a start. This person very quickly apologized to someone else and I was left a little dumb-founded. Granted, when comparing the actions being apologized for…the action toward me would be an iceberg hit by the Titantic and the action toward the other person would be a Sonic ice cube. So you can see why I was mad.

“Hang on…You’re apologizing for that and you never apologized to me for THAT?!”

And then I started thinking, “Wait. Why am I mad?”

Does the word sorry really mean anything at this point? Can that one word erase all the many purposeful and downright hateful actions?

Of course it can’t. And especially at this point, it never will.

So it would seem here the problem is mine and mine alone to get over. Just because I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing I’d done something to hurt someone and did nothing to make it right, doesn’t mean everyone else is that way. Aren’t I the one always telling my kids how “we are all made different and be glad we are! Otherwise we’d be a population of robots.”? Yes, that’s what I tell them.

So apology is no longer necessary. I suppose it never really was. I’ll never ‘get-over’ the actions anyway. Those actions have become very tightly woven into the fabric of what makes me who I am today.

Something to think about…what you put into the world comes back to you. How you live your life ultimately determines what kind of life you will have.