Forgive all those who have made my life difficult.
They have done nothing wrong.

Forgive my parents.
They have lived as the best parents they knew how to be.

Forgive all who have wounded me.
It has nothing to do with their intention.

And lastly — forgive my own foolishness, which set everything in motion.

My empty space is filled by foolishness — yet let it be emptied again, and filled with a new path.
That path is my light and my life.
By that life force, may it be filled and filled again — infinitely, from living until dying.
And through that fullness — may it fill even more of the world.