We all make them. The importance of a mistake is two-fold. It’s in the lesson we learn. But it’s also in how we try and fix our mistakes. How we make up to the people we hurt, to the duties we’ve messed up.
When we try so hard and we can’t repair it is when we begin to worry. How much depends on what we fucked over. Some things are so precious that they can’t be rebuilt, shattered into oblivion that to fix the mistake, you just have to forget about it.
I’ve tried my hardest to fix what I thought couldn’t be broken. But my mistake, it was my own rash actions that obliterated it. And I tried to fix it. I did everything I could. But it can’t be fixed, it’s over and done with, and now, it’s just time to move on and let that thing and my mistake to become history.
My mistake: to care too much. My lesson: to care less.