We carry our mistakes like stones in our pockets, weighing us down with every step. Each should have and could have becomes another burden we place upon our own shoulders. But what if the voice that condemns us the loudest—our own—is the one we need to silence with gentleness? There's a quiet power in looking at your reflection and saying, I forgive you. Not because you were perfect, but because you were human. Your mistakes weren't failures—they were lessons. Your scars aren't ugly—they're proof you survived. And that voice that whispers you're not enough? It's time to answer it with compassion instead of criticism. True healing begins when you learn to hold your past self as gently as you would hold a friend in pain. Because in the end, the hardest person to forgive is often yourself, but it's also the most liberating act of love you can offer to your soul. 我們像口袋里的石頭一樣背負(fù)著錯(cuò)誤，每一步都讓我們感到沉重。每一個(gè)“本應(yīng)該”和“本可以”都成為我們肩上額外的負(fù)擔(dān)。但如果那個(gè)譴責(zé)我們最響亮的聲音——我們自己的聲音——是我們需要用溫柔來(lái)平息的呢？ 看著自己的倒影，說(shuō)我原諒你，這是一種安靜的力量。