The writer Wilde once said, "For my own sake, I must forgive you." For one cannot always have a poisonous snake in his chest; he cannot get up at night and plant thorns in the garden of the soul.

The writer Wilde once said, "For my own sake, I must forgive you." For one cannot always have a poisonous snake in his chest; he cannot get up at night and plant thorns in the garden of the soul. ”

To let go of the faults of others is not to concede defeat, but to choose to loosen the shackles for yourself.

May you know how to love people with addition, complain about people with subtraction, be grateful with multiplication, forgive people with division, and spend this life in peace and joy.