Memory is often the purest distraction. Sometimes it’s welcome and necessary distraction, such as when you’re trying to endure the tedium of some endless boring task and must resort to daydreaming to keep your energies flowing. Sometimes it’s unnecessary, such as when you’re trying to forgive somebody for some long-ago slight, and the slight keeps surfacing from the subconscious, stoking the embers of ancient anger once again.
All memory is muscle memory. True forgiveness manifests itself in a pervasive feeling of relaxation throughout your physical being. Teeth no longer unconsciously clench and grind. The fingers no longer grip some phantom psychic dagger. The eyes, brow, and temples no longer pinch into the frown that has for so long been the face you present to the world, whether you realize it or not.