17 April 2013 in , ,

Why yes, mistakes is my middle name.


Yea, I've dated the wrong people. I've said the wrong thing. I bought a house at the wrong time. I chose a generic degree. I got drunk to many times. I paid a small fortune in speeding tickets. I smoked, and not just cigarettes. I've been in accidents. I've skirted responsibility. I've been dishonest. I've been selfish. I've hurt people. I could go on, but it's redundant. 

I've made mistakes. 

Everyday I'm just trying to figure things out. Isn't that what we're all doing. Going left and going right trying to find our groove in this place. That groove, that middle ground is what Aristotle called the "golden mean". The perfect balance between excess and deficiency. On paper that guy seems to have it all figured out.

But I digress...

The point I'm making is that our mistakes do not define us. Sure, they challenge our character and hopefully teach us to be better. I mean, if you keep making the same mistakes over and over and over and over. That's your problem, not only that, it's stupid. 

Mistakes don't define our entire life. 

Dwelling is such a useless emotion. There are some instances where you have to go through the motions. Whether it's anger, grief, embarrassment, guilt  or pain. Let yourself feel whatever you need to feel in order to move on. But eventually forgive yourself and part ways with those emotions, they have to be expendable. Believe me, you'll need your mental strength for the next crap shoot you find yourself in.

For all y'all perfect folks. If you haven't made mistakes, if you always travel this world like a straight arrow -  congratulations! You are not living, you are standing still.

the outspoken introvert




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