Mistakes are common in the lives of all beings. Everyone does mistakes and it is okay as long as you learn from it. They are universally made but comes to broad light when others note them and tell us on our face. There are people who speak of it on our back, but I am not here to write about it. That’s like a hot potato which is quite difficult to handle.
I make and have made mistakes; be it silly or sensible. The effects of it pierce my soul like a sharp-edged sword when someone mocks about it or self- realisation hits me from nowhere. That’s when I began questioning why should a mistake of mine be mistaken when someone tells it at my face. I pondered on it for some nights and began practising a ‘Mistake Analysis’ time in which I sit in silent mode and look back what went wrong yesterday. I must admit that this five-minute time period is a great driving source to begin a new day with a new self.
At nightfall when the dark blue sky itself begins to rest a while, I write down the day’s events however small it may be in my diary and give thought to what went right and what went wrong for the day. I appreciate myself for being a better person today and condemn myself for the mistakes (be it words or actions) I did knowingly or unknowingly. This has so far helped me to know myself and understand myself in a better way rather than blaming others for their sour behaviour towards me.
When I began acknowledging my shortcomings, weaknesses and my own self, I perceived that I had been wrong most of the times in judging people. I have been wrong, but I blamed others for it which gave no peace and all.
Now, as I spend the MA time to learn about myself, I get the point that I can never beat around the bush all the time and turn a blind eye to my mistakes. It is not healthy for my soul and body. In this phase, I find that when people mock me for what I have done or how ignorant I have been in certain situations, I accept it with all my heart. With courage, I could now accept my mistakes and genuinely apologise for it. I no longer feel the sulking storm in me when others spit out the truth. They make me think and shift gears rather than messing up with the person who had the courage to correct me.
A very common example is how I deal with my anger. Being a highly short-tempered girl (or a woman) by personality, after every breakout of my anger, I reason myself that I am right and only the other person is wrong. It would be so easy to utter these words, but it took away my peace every time it happened. But now, when I get high on my temper for no reason, I still shout (which couldn’t be avoided L) but take a break only to realise that I have been wrong. This makes me apologise with no effort and get in terms with others soon.
There is also a different side to this story. Mistakes, yes, they are common, we do it and when people notice it, they tell us, and we correct it. On the other hand, it is not that we should always accept what others say. People have different opinions and when ours are not in line with theirs, some tend to mock us, blame us and advise us.
I believe that every being, be it animals or humans have good conscience etched in their soul. Only when the still small voice inside us cries out that we have made a mistake, be invited to apologise; but not every time someone says their opinion. We need not be sorry for who we are or for having a different state of mind than others. One man’s food is another man’s poison; you need not like what I like; you need not think what I think; you need not do what I do. Each person is unique.
We need not return back every stone that is thrown on us. Pick the good ones that would help you build your castle of perfection and let the other stones stay at your garage. The ones who threw them on you will themselves require them one day to build their castle; the day they will realise that their castle cannot be made complete without the stones they threw on others.
Any thoughts on this topic are always invited …