... on the edge...

... cold morning.. and working while your sick is no fun at all. I was already used to the fact that I'm pushing myself to the limits of working till I'm dead tired. But being workaholic is my way of getting my mind cleared off of some debris I've been wanting to get rid of.

The talk I've had with Vebs is being constantly replayed in my mind. The fact that we are no different with our walk and our past...tackling the issue of forgiveness when you've been hurt too bad all you can think of is, Why in the world when you don't even deserve such?

There are times when we badly wanted to move on and we let time to pass by, we think that time really heals all wounds. We believe that we were able to move on. Yet, one day you'll realize when another action has been executed by that same person whether intentionally or not, is tempting you to recall what has been done.

 Damage. Irreversible like an incurable disease that'll plague your life more just than a scar.When all the while you think you are fine, all the skeletons hidden in your closet will instantly resurface giving you a hard blow in the gut. 

I've given much than I should have. I lost much than I deserve. Yet I'm moving on as I'm expected. 

One thing more, and I'm praying hard for this... 

That I'll be able to forgive totally and completely, more than what I'm capable of.