Sorry for repeating myself but this has really been on my mind a lot lately. I was talking to a friend of mine who shall remain nameless and she said that she wasn't innocent, meaning, I think, that she has had sex. Well, this got me thinking. How am I any more innocent than she is?
I have never had sex, but I have lusted.
I have never murdered, but I have hated.
I have never stolen, but I have coveted.
And on and on and on.
I'm just as guilty of everything as my friend is, as Karla Holmolka is, as a kleptomaniac is.
This doesn't mean that I can go and start doing these things, because I'm already guilty, but that I have done them.
I think the only difference is that I am forgiven for doing them. Still, not innocent, mind you. Just forgiven. And the strange thing about forgiveness is that anybody can be forgiven, they just have to ask. Even the worst mass murderer in history. Even a prostitute. Even Hitler and the Nazis. Even Stalin. Even Jeffery Dahmer, who killed little boys in the States. On death row, he became a Christian.
So though I am as guilty as Jeffery Dahmer or Karla Holmolka, I am also as forgiven as they are, or could be.
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well, i think you're still more innocent than someone who has experienced it. like... with sex/murder/ stealing, yeah... you aren't "innocent" for wanting to do it or whatever, but you still are more innocent.
so... to sum that up:
experience = less innocent
innocence = less experience
it's like those poems we read in ela. one would be a thought of what someone thought and one would be what someone experienced. there is a difference though.
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