I have reached an age when I can reflect on my mistakes and the mistakes of others, yet I have to admit I wouldn't be who I am now if not for the mistakes (and successes and and the boring, idle moments)that had made me. I was even hoping to come up with an all-encompassing, generalized guide or treatise on mistakes but that would be a proud and foolish mistake by itself. All I can tell were my observations.
It is quite obvious that when you haven't reached the age of twenty-five, you will commit a lot of mistakes, depending on whether the more mature people around you will tell you if it was a mistake in the first place. However, if the self-absorbed mature person says that to roll over like a dog is not a mistake, then that is again a mistake, which then perpetuates another mistake.
The most dangerous kind of mistake comes to people who think they are doing the right thing for the good of a whole bunch of other people with seemingly similar interests and backgrounds when it was a mistake to begin with. Then we add another mistake by the one who thinks they were doing right by not acknowledging the advise of others about the mistake that the person had already done, because for him its a mistake to acknowledge a mistake, apologize and take equal responsibility of (unfortunately) the mistake.
There are the large-scale, publicly-humiliating mistakes and there are the tiny ones. These ones includes tripping over a stone, typos, leaving behind your cellphone, forgetting the name of the client you met three minutes ago; I could go on and on with this. When multiplied together, small mistakes can breed hatred yet when overcome with forgiveness and a cool head, they can be virtually harmless. The big mistakes often bring in more people on the downhill ride of disaster. Some less visible mistakes snowball into gargantuan ones, take the case of the Ultra Stadium Stampede. The cause is still yet to be determined but even a stranger hollering that there was a bomb or the railings just collasped was significant enough to bring dozens of people to their deaths. Let's just hope the crime scene investigators don't make too many mistakes.
End of Part 1
It is quite obvious that when you haven't reached the age of twenty-five, you will commit a lot of mistakes, depending on whether the more mature people around you will tell you if it was a mistake in the first place. However, if the self-absorbed mature person says that to roll over like a dog is not a mistake, then that is again a mistake, which then perpetuates another mistake.
The most dangerous kind of mistake comes to people who think they are doing the right thing for the good of a whole bunch of other people with seemingly similar interests and backgrounds when it was a mistake to begin with. Then we add another mistake by the one who thinks they were doing right by not acknowledging the advise of others about the mistake that the person had already done, because for him its a mistake to acknowledge a mistake, apologize and take equal responsibility of (unfortunately) the mistake.
There are the large-scale, publicly-humiliating mistakes and there are the tiny ones. These ones includes tripping over a stone, typos, leaving behind your cellphone, forgetting the name of the client you met three minutes ago; I could go on and on with this. When multiplied together, small mistakes can breed hatred yet when overcome with forgiveness and a cool head, they can be virtually harmless. The big mistakes often bring in more people on the downhill ride of disaster. Some less visible mistakes snowball into gargantuan ones, take the case of the Ultra Stadium Stampede. The cause is still yet to be determined but even a stranger hollering that there was a bomb or the railings just collasped was significant enough to bring dozens of people to their deaths. Let's just hope the crime scene investigators don't make too many mistakes.
End of Part 1
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