Mistakes... A process that can never get undone!

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ― Marilyn Monroe

Overtime I have come to realise, that it takes a lot of effort to accept the truth about one self. We validate ourselves to be accurate and neglect to concede that we make mistakes because it is a part of being mortal.

The consequences lead to disregard a person with an erroneous behaviour as human.  We build an impression of arrogance and egotism towards him or her. We forget that we could be placed in the same place as we are as human as them.

It might be clearly misunderstood, that I am trying to justify the notion of making mistakes. A wrong deed is wrong and has to be reprimanded. But to evaluate the mistake as the individuals character is a nasty verdict.

Each of our decision has a history. It is this past that needs to be evaluated and not the person. By allowing our judgement to be confided in just the character of the person, we tend to foresee the good that he or she has bequeathed in the past.

We call today’s generation to be remotely sentimental about anything. But have we thought that they are what they are today because of the failing families and the struggle to make a place for themselves as no matter what they do, they still find it difficult engrave an identity.

Over time, our social practices have changed.  We do not sit together to eat, we have big homes where the child is left in isolation with no regard of human bonds. Parents are unaware of the lives that their children have paved for themselves.  

How then can we pronounce them as bad, and inclined to make mistakes as it’s in their attribute to do so?  

Our verdicts of individuals who make mistakes are discriminating. We need to nip the bud to fix a problem and not just concentrate on the bad flower. 

When someone has gone wrong, we go above and beyond to demonstrate how bad a person he or she is. We cast them off as unworthy of a second chance. We disregard and refuse the possibility of being treated human. We slowly bury them alive as they forget to respect themselves, because we chose to not give them the possibility of another chance.

Ultimately, we ourselves are standing in their shoe, making our set of mistakes, because we are bend on to think, that we just handle everyone at their best, their worse is not our responsibility.

Then why would our worse be anyone else’s responsibility…