An hour ago, my son had a serious fight with me. He screamed to make a needless demand. Since I didn’t want his arrogance to win, I didn’t cater to his insistence. He cried for some time and felt asleep. When he woke up, we were as good as before. It seems we had the squabble only on his dreams. Neither of us has to beg pardon nor forgive to each other. We were ready to make a fresh start, as if nothing happened with us an hour ago.
See, this is the beauty of childhood. Growing up, as an adult we don’t forget our resentments so easily. We keep nurturing our ego which gradually takes an inflated form. This can ultimately lead to a destructive and unfulfilling path for ourselves and those around us. I wish every human, as they grow up, could carry on this character of forgiving and forgetting indignations. This world would definitely be a better place to live.
