Nobody’s perfect—that’s the usual words we often say when we make mistakes. We all have our own fair share of mistakes which we have done in our lives—mistakes that we thought we are never capable of. And just because we make mistakes doesn’t mean that we are bad or terrible people. It only means that we aren’t perfect. We are flawed human beings who weren’t handed a life manual when we were born into this world.
It’s hard to admit when we are at fault. Our mistakes will haunt us for the rest of our lives.
Karma is a B*tch. And I am terrified of it.
In these moments, we tend to shut ourselves off from people. We never talk about it. We choose to let these mistakes consume us and define us. We just want to bury it with the hopes that it will go away.
But the longer we ignore and try to forget it, the more it will haunt us. We have to acknowledge it. We have to own up to it. We have to forgive ourselves for these mistakes and we have to seek forgiveness when we have hurt someone.
Saying sorry is the hardest thing to do but we have to do it before it’s too late.
Who would want to live life full of regrets and what-ifs? You won’t have peace of mind. It will eat your brain.
2011 and 2013 were one of the not-so-good years of my life. And yes, I still allow the memories to haunt me every day. I still cry whenever I think about everything that I’ve been through. It’s hard to forgive others but it’s harder to forgive yourself.
This year serves as a chance for me to correct my mistakes, heal wounds and find closure to most of the things which kept me awake at night.
Most, if not all, of my questions were answered. All the assumptions were corrected. I have explained and cleared everything from my side.
I was living all these years in fear and guilt. I don’t want to be happy or I’d rather suppress my emotions because I feel like I don’t deserve happiness.
If you are lucky enough to get a second chance at something, don’t waste it. Everyone deserves a chance to clean up their mistakes.
Nobody is a lost cause—every day is a new beginning to begin again.
If I meet my younger self today—I would want to tell her that life is not about rainbows, butterflies, fairy tales and happy-ever-afters. And that skinned knee is incomparable to the pain that she has to endure for her to live life.
But, no. I wouldn’t tell her that.
I want to tell her that she will commit a lot of mistakes along the way and it’s going to be okay.
I want her to strongly believe in fairy tales and never allow pain to ruin it.
Because after almost thirty years in this world, the universe knows what I would give just for me to view life through my younger eyes again.
But then again, there’s nothing that I can do about it.
The only thing that I can do now is embrace all the pain and turn it as my greatest strengths and remember what it taught me.