"Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes." I've always loved this quote. Something about it has always rung true. I don't know why, maybe because it is.
Now, more than ever, I realize that tiny little word - mistake. What exactly is a mistake? Dictionary.com defines it simply:
mis·take
[mi-steyk] noun, verb, -took, -tak·en, -tak·ing.
noun
1.
An error in action, calculation, opinion, or judgment caused by poor reasoning, carelessness, insufficient knowledge, etc.
2.
A misunderstanding or misconception.
As humans, we make mistakes. We make mistakes daily. Sometimes we are forgiven and others we are not. However, in the society that we live in, it is entirely our prerogative to make these mistakes.
Some mistakes are shackled to us like the shackles on an inmate, there is no getting rid of what has been done or said. But is that not harsh? Unjust? I suppose it truly depends on the situation.
I’m a young adult; I’ve made mistakes and only imagine that I will make more. I suppose you’re wondering what the heck I’m talking about.
Let’s just say …I made a mistake and I could not agree with Gandhi more as I do now. Freedom has been questioned, entirely. Freedom not in the sense of prisoners in shackles: but freedom in the sense of opinions, judgments and even sympathies.
I’m entirely too honest for my own good. Like most characteristics this can be proven to be both a blessing and curse. In the situation that I have put myself in, my honesty has proven to be nothing but a curse. My honesty has made me make a mistake. A vital mistake. BUT a mistake nonetheless. One that has been attached to my ankles like chains.
I am talking in code, clearly, and I mean to. I wish that I could explain what has happened and what I’ve said or done. I can’t. One can only help but avoid the repetition of such mistakes.
If you know me, you know what has happened. If you do not, I hope that you can somewhat agree with what I’ve said. Regardless, I just needed to rant :).
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