Writing this, I’m sitting in a hotel lobby in Denmark. I should be writing on my novel, as I always do, but there’s a war going on in my mind. It’s been like this since yesterday – I have “racing thoughts” and horrible scenes are constantly playing in front of my invisible eye, again and again and again.
In my part of the world, and especially in Scandinavia, we are constantly told that we should forgive. By forgiving those who did us wrong, we are supposed to become free and able to move on with our lives. Forgiveness has become such an ideal for us that we tend to view those who don’t forgive as hateful and mean individuals. But in reality, those who never feel an obligation to forgive might be the healthiest individuals around.