A running theme in my life lately seems to be about second chances. When in our lives have we not wanted them? Needed them? Deserved them? In essence, what is life if not a series of second chances. If we only get one shot at everything we attempt, then it seems to me hope is lost rather rapidly. And what after all is life without hope? We are bound to make mistakes, some of them innocent and some of them royal f#&* ups. But don’t we all deserve the opportunity to own it and get a second chance?
I’ve lived a life where I have been too judgmental at times; I would like to think I am not alone in this because it makes me feel like less of a scum bag to know that there are others like me out there I suppose. I don’t want there to be a world of judgmental people out there. 🙂 Upon reflection that approach to life gave me alienation, self righteous indignation and emptiness. I want to be able to look at people and see humanity. I want to be able to see the forgiveness I crave when I have screwed up, and I want to be able to deliver that forgiveness when someone has wronged me. I choose a world of hope and forgiveness.
I want to see a world where people are not defined by the mistakes they make, but by the attempts they make to correct their mistakes. I know I am writing about prisoners, and this definitely applies to them. But doesn’t it apply to all of us. I received a letter in the mail from a prisoner and stamped on it in big red letters was the word INDIGENT. So not only was she labeled a prisoner by her address, but now she is a prisoner who without the funds to pay for her own postage. What big red words do we all have metaphorically stamped on us? What labels hold us down when all we want to do is move past them and grow into better human beings?