Is it possible to forgive someone for something that they didn't even do? We were two small ants caught in a storm. Curse my small mind for finding someone next to me in it and blaming them for what I couldn't understand! But I still need to let go of it. My soul and my mind nearly split, and I could not have borne it. I lashed out at someone who was innocent, and for this I feel wronged. The anxiety, the fear is a plague on the face of humanity--can you blame someone for having the flu? But I have. I was scared that if I didn't, the storm would be my fault; the virus would be inside me. And that was terrifying. What would I have done at Salem?
I'm sorry, and I forgive you. They're not so different. Two sides of the same paradox. Foolishness, and wisdom--not so far apart either it seems. No easy fixes. It's an odd thing how much growing up feels like being ripped in half. Every day.