Introspection where you least expect it

Last night while I was lying in bed watching Oz the subject of forgiveness seemed to be key. In the last place I expected to find something the least bit stirring, the point was made that the hardest person to forgive, is yourself. The truly genuine apology and acceptence by someone else is an easy matter of your own realization that you were wrong, your acknowledgement followed by your appeal for forgiveness. When someone sees the honesty of that statement, they would more than likely appeal to its sincerity.

But asking yourself for forgiveness is nearly impossible, because you hold yourself to the highest standard, above everyone else. Now matter how sincere you know your own intentions to be it is the most difficult thing to do, to allow yourself to be forgiven, by yourself. And it is true that you may take that grudge against yourself to the grave. You might find yourself burying it under years of memories, and fond ones at that, but in the end you still know that dissappointment all too well and cannot seem to find the reason to let it go because of how you pine over every last detail as if it were something of great significance. When in truth the matter is only of great importance to you, and you can never see that because you're always stuck in your own shadow.