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WHEN YOU MAKE MISTAKES

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     What do you do when you couldn’t have been more wrong about something, and now you’ve realized the error in your ways? I have been there a couple of times (not that I am proud of it), but so has every other human being who is willing to accept the fact that he/she is not perfect. I mean, this particular scenario I have in my mind was very touching, and completely exciting for me. It took me a couple of months before I realized that I was missing the whole point. But I don’t want to just talk about how I got the point wrong, I want to talk about my reaction after I had looked up and realized that I was almost lost, and was on the wrong track.
      So there I was, on my computer, trying to make a difference in my world. But in there was a motive. I didn’t just want to write articles that could trigger positive change in people; I wanted to cross a number off my to-do list. I desperately wanted to get 1000 hits on my blog. For me, that was a milestone I had to reach to keep the fire burning. Was I happy when I saw that I had more than a thousand hits? No! I was ecstatic! I felt like I had achieved something worthwhile, and I had, and it felt amazing. But months after I found out, I realized something I was beginning to lose track of, I was making a huge mistake: The whole point of “The words I would say” was not about receiving hits on a blog, it was about change, positive change. The kind of change I seek for myself and my generation. And all of a sudden, the hits didn’t matter anymore. Though I’ll be forever grateful to those who click on my link every now and then, I am more fulfilled just knowing that someone out there is getting up from the ground and back on his feet just by reading a few words from this blog. I still can’t believe I almost missed that.
     But that is just my story, just one out of so many mistakes I’ve made. The point I am making is that I noticed a mistake! But I didn’t say “Hey, here’s a mistake, I think I’m just gonna continue with the way things are” or “Here’s a mistake, I think I better stop before I crush the dream entirely”. If I had followed any of these thoughts, you probably wouldn’t be reading this particular article now. But I’m glad I didn’t.
     We all make mistakes. We are making mistakes every day of our lives. We might not deliberately want to do so, but chances are that we are going to make a few more in the near future. But don’t sit around all gloomy from being angry at yourself; don’t sit around all gloomy from being sad of your imperfections (guilty of that). Wake up! Move on! Move along like I know you can! Don’t be afraid to leap (whether you’re looking before you leap or the other way round, let there be a leaping!). Our mistakes were never made to be constant reminders of the failures we think we are, neither were they made to be an excuse for making absolutely no effort in doing the right thing. They are stepping stones, so use them. When we make mistakes, the goal becomes clearer, the target is no longer blurry, and we are standing right in front of the bull’s eye, and we just know that “next time when I get another shot at this, I don’t think I’ll miss”. Then wonderfully, miraculously, spectacularly, we do get another shot, and we just know that “now that I’ve got a shot at this, I’m not gonna miss!” What do you do when you make mistakes?

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