This house has no coffee maker. I wanted to go on a caffeine binge last night but there is no coffee or a coffee maker.
And our mistakes help make us who we are. Well, at least the way that we handle our mistakes. And the way that we file our mistakes. There are those who say, "I did this, had a really bad turn-out, and I will never do it again." But then there are those who arrange their mistakes in a favorite-to-least-favorite fashion. I like that second filing system, and that is how I arrange mine. Perhaps touching a hot stove is in my list of least favorite mistakes, but that does not necessarily mean that I won't do it again.
Look, the point is, no one is perfect. Sometimes it only takes something bad to happen once for us to be taught our lesson. Other times, it takes longer. Nothing is black and white, nothing is absolute, allow people to learn and develop at their own pace. An iron fist does not help anyone, and I wish that everyone would stop trying to exercise control over their peers. I'm sure that sometimes it is out of love, but rarely does it help. A nudge in the right direction is good, but for one to propel themselves in that direction.. Well, it must be of their own will.
And while we are all struggling to survive, mistakes can shed new lights on things. One doesn't learn until he/she fucks up -- that is how I see it. I know that I have been told about so many degrees of hurt, but I was never able to speak about such feelings myself until I had experienced them. Get out there and find out. Experience things for yourselves. Don't live through others -- live through yourself, because who else do you have to live for?
