In life, we are constantly making mistakes. Whether our intention was good or not; a mistake can be made. For instance, right now I am writing this and although I am using an automatic spell-checker; errors are more likely than not being made. Why are we so fearful of making mistakes? Why do we let those mistakes define us? The notion of “don’t make the same mistake twice” is so backward to me. If we make the same mistake more than once and learn a different lesson each time was it not worth it? We should not live a life striving for perfection. We should live life being comfortable knowing that a mistake will be made. The importance is what you do after the mistake was made. What did you gain? How did it alter you? Where do you go from here?
i was toxic to some and a blessing to others. im willing to admit i wasn’t always in the right.
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