We've all done wrong in life. We all feel guilt, shame and regret for things that we wish we hadn't done. If only we could turn back time, we'd gladly take it all back so that we wouldn't have to live with the memories which haunt our waking hours over and over, time and time again.
But we can't do that. The closest thing, perhaps, is that elusive thing called redemption.
We try to right the wrongs of the past, and do everything in our power to make peace with it. We won't rest until we hear the words "I forgive you."
But it's so hard, because ultimately, in chasing redemption we must undertake that which most of us are reluctant to: sacrifice.
Our reputation. Our dignity. Our material possessions. Our dreams and aspirations. Our family, friends and loved ones. Our life.
All so that we can leave this world seemingly a saint, with all wrongs righted, all mistakes forgiven and all rivalries rested.
But would many of us go to such lengths, so that we may die knowing we had redeemed ourselves, only because most of our life was spent selfishly pursuing our own interests at the expense of others?
Redemption doesn't come easy. And neither does what it takes to achieve it.
