Someone once told me I'm magnanimous. Rather than a compliment, I saw it as a curse.
It's normal for kids to bicker every once in a while. While I did, too, when I was a kid, I was always the one who asked for forgiveness. There was one time when I fought with one of my close friends. Every time she saw me pass by, she would sarcastically shout words (not-so-nice words) directed at me. I had long since forgotten the reason for our fight, but one thing that stuck with me was this: I chose to forgive her. Along with a hug, I forgave her.
One of my elders asked me about our fight, and I told them it was okay. They then asked me who was the first to say "sorry." With a nonchalant smile, I answered, "asusual, it's me." As if it were such a big deal, they told me that I would receive many gifts from heaven because my heart is full of compassion.
Why a curse, you may ask? The thing is, it was never a curse to begin with. It's just that the more I grow up, the more I am able to understand how the younger me not only forgave such a small bickering but also such grave sins that are known to mankind. It was never her fault. I know she was just a small child, and I sometimes wonder: How? How are you able to go on with your day without thoughts of disdain? You're still as fragile as glass, but reflecting in you are the horrors of mankind. It's okay. If I ever get the chance to meet her, I would tell her, "It's okay, I'll carry that from here."