The Target Life and Forgiveness

God saw you getting tired when a cure was not to be. He wrapped His arms around you and whispered, “Come to me.” You didn’t deserve what you went through, so He gave you rest. God’s garden must be beautiful, because He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping peaceful and finally free from pain. I could not wish you back just to suffer again.

The memories you left will always stay. Time will move forward, and even though your physical presence is no longer in front of us, your name and your story will continue. You were unhoused, not unloved. You gave so much of yourself to others, always putting yourself last. That kind of giving comes from somewhere deeper. It is a sign of childhood trauma that follows you through the years until you face it, or until it is finally named.

Suffering does not just begin in adulthood. It starts early. It grows in silence. You are taught to keep things in the house, to carry burdens that were never yours to hold. People see your battles, yet turn a blind eye. That silence becomes a habit. That pain becomes a pattern. And over time, it follows you into every part of your daily life—your thoughts, your emotions, your interactions.

You learn to cope the only way you know how. You carry hurt, denial, and disappointment. You grow into adulthood still holding onto what was never addressed. The past does not stay in the past—it moves with you. It shows up in how you love, how you trust, and how you see yourself.

So how do you forgive?

You may never forget. And maybe forgiveness is not about forgetting. Maybe it is about understanding. Understanding that no person on this earth can judge your sins while carrying their own trauma. Some people blame others because they have not faced themselves. Some refuse to admit that two things can be true—they were hurt, and they hurt others.

Speaking out about your personal trauma can feel pointless. But try it first. Sometimes you have to stop, think, and truly evaluate the situation. Go back to those moments in your childhood when things happened and no one spoke. Acknowledge what was real, even if no one else did.

Forgiveness begins there.

It begins when you accept help, even when you feel unworthy of it. It begins when you allow yourself to see that your pain mattered. It begins when you stop carrying what was never yours alone.

The target of life is not to live without scars. The target is to understand them. To face them. To keep going despite them.

The legacy continues. The marathon continues.

No one lives a perfect life. Some just hide behind a façade of lies and wishes. But the truth always finds its way to the surface—through pain, through healing, and through the courage to finally speak.

You will be missed. And even in your absence, your story still teaches what many are afraid to say out loud.