Sep 08, 2021 by Kyomi O'Connor


                                                                   Photo by Bstad on Pixabay

We all have a small window within us,

through which we have an access

to the world.  The window

allows us to see, smell,

taste, hear, touch, and

feel what it is to us.


Our windows


We constantly make its access

from minimal to maximal, wide open.

Some fears projected from past experiences,

the pains of the past, or the optimism towards the future

may affect the degrees of its opening. All the contexts around

us; our experiences and learning from them may affect this opening.


As long as we manage the views of the outer worlds and maintain healthy

relationships with them, our inner worlds balance them by processing

all the passages through our windows. We constantly make peaceful

inner sceneries and landscapes in a balance between the two worlds.


But imagine that something happens: a violent incidence or subtle

yet repetitive events, lies or betrayals by someone who we trust

in our outside worlds robs, violates, breaks our windows, or

cunningly takes advantage of us that are not our faults.


Then our inner worlds are shuttered, totally ruined, not

functioning. The balance between the two worlds

no longer exist, and we don’t know what to do,

how to interface with outer worlds, or even

if we can repair the broken pane.


Inside the encasement, we’re in pieces

trembling, the landscapes of us

become shadowed in the dark.

We stop our mouth and can

no longer help ourselves

from feeling guilty

and shameful yet

we know what


was not

our faults




These horrible sceneries,

the landscape of us, once they are

formed through our broken windows,

no matter how unfairly and badly caused

by intruders, need to be re-written by us, the

owners of the pictures, not by assaulters or any

one else. This is the hardest and the severest fact

that we have to face. The openings were taken down

in injustice and the ever-lingering impacts of the events,

and the emotions were forever torn and sunken into the



They become like the tattoos on our skin that wouldn’t come

off. Then, we see ourselves as the tattoos. From the tattoos,

we deepen the wounds and form permanent scars if needed.


They are the tricks of our perceptions if we let them grow

as if the sceneries taught us in deluded deceptions.


Since these haunting sceneries were held in us,

we are the only ones to fix and replace them.

By committing, we can rise from these

shadowed landscapes. The courage to

heal from all the unwanted stories.

We have the power to re-write our

stories to empower ourselves.

Because we are who we are.

We can draw our pictures

and sceneries of us,

and the beauty

of us again.




Forgiveness from

its origin of the word*

is to “give wholeheartedly.”


Forgiveness is not to pardon or

release the events or the people

that betrayed us or caused pains,

from their guilt, or reconcile with

them, but for us to wholeheartedly

offer ourselves our own love to

release us from all the pains,

sufferings, and helplessness.


Forgiveness is to commit us

To free ourselves from all

the framework we impose

ourselves to be caged.


It’s the power within

and for us to alter

the course of

our life.




Forgive: Latin predonare 'forgive' was a compound verb formed from per-'thoroughly' and donare 'give' (underlying sense was 'give wholeheartedly'). These two elements were then translated into the prehistoric Germanic word, fergeban, which eventually formed in the English term, forgive. (ref: Dictionary of Word Origins by John Ayto)