In the light of MP David Ong's fall, here is my reflection on true repentance that lasts for a lifetime and more. Only time will tell...
Repentance. He takes
the loneliest road. It is a fraught road, loaded and spirit-sapping. It is a
road that will lead him to confront himself, his mistakes. It is an emotional
juggernaut from his past. A phantom menace. There is no greater struggle for
him. There is no tougher fight. The die has been cast. He has chosen to do
this. To turn away, for good.
He has made up his mind. His
past will not show mercy because it is a showdown that will determine who lives
and who dies. It is a battle royale of self against self. A cremation awaits. But who will survive this internal fight?
It is a struggle for
survival and rulership between his past and his future. And it all depends on
what his present self does now. There is no time more urgent than the present.
He knows it. He will have to face it. His future depends on it.
No one can help him - at
least not in the way that help is defined when self confronts self, when the
little David of his present confronts the Goliath of his past. Well-wishing,
oral encouragements and other social supports can only go so far. Their
effectiveness is limited.
In the loneliest fight of
his life, repentance demands that he make up his mind when no one sees, hears
or is present. He is literally locked in an island in a world of his own past
temptations.
For all practical purposes,
the fight is his alone because his past self knows him too well. He knows his
buttons. He knows his triggers. He has pushed it so many times before in the
past, and without fail, the bidder does as he pleases. It is the piper who
calls the tune and the past self has called it every time he played it.
Repentance therefore calls
for extraordinary resolve and extraordinary resolve calls for extraordinary
focus and consistency. It is definitely not a showdown to chat up, call for a
truce, or reach a compromise. Nothing short of a death is needed because
repentance demands an enduring clean break, not an interim one.
Neither is it an
accommodation nor an adaptation. There is no peaceful co-existence with his
past self. He knows he is in too deep to expect his past self to want to retire
as the tail while his present and future self becomes the head. His past self
has too much leverage over him to accept subordination over domination, and resignation
over manipulation.
He knows viscerally that
repentance is not just a change of mind. It is a change of heart, will and
life. His future cannot be tethered to a past whose only goal is to seek full control.
And his fight depends wholly on the resolve of his present self to prevent that
eventuality from surfacing at all cost.
He has to literally burn the
bridges after crossing it for the last time. He will not go back. He cannot
afford to go back, not even for a visit or a peek. The pleasure that his past
self offers would have too much of a hold or sway over him. And anything short
of burning the bridges would mean that he risks treading in a minefield of
self-entrapment set by his past self. A careless step would mean a fall so bad
that he will be lost beyond redemption.
For he did not set his mind,
soul and heart on repentance just so that he - in a moment of sentimentality - returns to the source of his agony
all over again. There is no memorial service for his dead self.
So, repentance is indeed the
loneliest road he will ever take. He knows there is no other way. The grief,
the hurts and the disappointments have all pushed him to the edge of the cliff.
And to tempt himself with the idea with this lure - "one last time for old time's sake" - would only confirm his
indentured bondage to his past and to a future he will not have a stake in.
No doubt there is no perfect
repentance except death but then, in a world of perfection, where's the need for repentance then?
So his decision and the many
decisions after that is a laden one, a heavy one. They come with a price. He
pays it forward every time he makes a choice to go forward and never look back.
And as he walks with a steely heart towards enduring change, the siren voices
of his past will become fainter and fainter. Its hold over him will be reduced
to an obnoxious taunt instead of an obsessive haunt - a mere bugbear instead of the grip of a bear-trap.
There will of course come a
time when he will look back from where he stands. But it is not to long for the
life he had wholeheartedly abandoned. No
way Hosea. It is to quietly celebrate the distance he had gained over the long
journey he has taken towards a repentance that comes closest to the perfection
the world will ever come to know. Cheerz.
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