few things are as liberating as admitting when you’re wrong, when you don’t know —
to unburden yourself of the facade, to realize the importance of this act, how healthy it is for you and your relationships —
to be able to breathe because you don’t have to maintain a lie, the pressure in your head and your chest decreasing as you free yourself of ego.
it’s an incredible feeling.
same goes for a good apology.
but what if they think i’m weak for apologizing? what if they think it means that i think everything i’ve ever done is wrong?
what if you quit thinking for a second and just did what’s right?
no excuses, no qualifications, no filler, no pink slime — just acknowledging that you were wrong and asking for forgiveness. no artificial ingredients. simple. natural.
(s/o to juanazo for really helping me with this lesson and reminder three years ago. thank you, for real. ya tu sabes.)