I always thought my mother weak,
for forgiving too easily,
for forgetting too quickly.

But maybe what I see in her,
is not weakness,
But something I need to learn.

I forgive easily,
most times,
I forget easier.

But even the ones we do not love,
Love them and forgive,
To release your own soul
For why should we carry the burdens of others?

With every understanding, comes a challenge, to ensure we really did understand past the theory. And the challenge is the hardest, for if it were not, it would not be the challenge.