
I love shopping without a purpose. But I can't say the same when it comes to shopping for specific items. That's why shopping lists are as useful to me as hammers are to chefs. You get what I mean :)

“Jane I never meant to wound you thus. If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that was dear to him as a daughter, that ate of his bread and drank of his cup, and lay in his bosom, had by some mistake slaughtered it at the shambles, he would not have rued his bloody blunder more than I now rue mine. Will you ever forgive me?”
Reader!—I forgave him at the moment, and on the spot. There was such deep remorse in his eye, such true pity in his tone, such manly energy in his manner; and, besides, there was such unchanged love in his whole look and mien—I forgave him all: yet not in words, not outwardly; only at my heart's core.

I have said that Jane Eyre is not my cup of tea.
But when I read Chapter XXVII again yesterday and today, I could not but thank Charlotte Brontë for writing this portion. If anyone were to ask me how is it possible that you forgive someone who have wronged you so quickly, I'd tell them that it is possible. And in this context, I have responded just as Jane had without even realising it until today.
And like Paul said, "For the love of Christ compels me to." I won't be a saint and say it's easy. But if need be, I'll forgive over and over (and over) again.
It's funny to be saying this, but reading Jane Eyre for the 5th time now alleviated my pain. I still want to believe that what was used to aggravate me is turned around for good.







