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The Art of Making Mistakes

Imagine you have a jar full of red, blue and transparent jellies. Your favorite colour is red and you don’t want to see the blue jellies. But you can’t remove any jellies. What would you do?

Or if you have a jar full of roses, thorns and air but you only love roses and don’t want to see the thorns. You can’t remove any thorns. What would you do?

There was once a sweet little girl who was pampered by her parents. She always went out with her brother to the park but never came home injured. One day her brother got badly injured while they were playing and came back home crying. She, on the other hand, had a grin on her face. Their mom got really worried and asked, “How did you get hurt? Couldn’t you be careful?” The boy was regretting how he tried to run faster and bruised himself against the metal bar of a swing in the park but that girl very proudly intervened in the discussion and said, “Mom, I didn’t even move!” That girl was me. To avoid falling, playing was a bad idea.

One of my very close friends who is seven years elder to me was one of the most “chaste” person I thought I had ever seen. He never checked out girls and focused on his studies. A girl fell in love with him at work but he obviously decided to get married via the arranged marriage way. Agreeing to his parents and doing what was right was all that mattered to him. He considered himself a perfectionist and there was no room for mistakes. But the sad part is, just after 4 months into their marriage, they could not stay together and the girl left. I was shattered the day he told me this. His life was supposed to be perfect, right?

Do you have a regret?

Have you made a mistake?

In life it is inevitable to live without making mistakes unless you live so cautiously that you might not have lived at all, in which case you fail by default. The path in life is never linear. The will be a lot of twists and turns, highs and lows, speed breakers and long drives. Sometimes you will feel that the road is not ending but that road could be a highway taking you to some far away beautiful location. Some other times the terrain may seem to be full of twists and turns but if there are a lots of twists and turns, you are probably climbing a hill. And on your way, your clothes will be dusted and your vehicle worn out. If you keep looking at the dust on your shoes, you will try not to get dirty again. And if you come out clean what is the whole point of playing? But nobody likes dust, that is the truth, neither me, nor you. Nobody likes mistakes. However small or big they are. So what do we do? Can we stop playing the game of life?

Everyone’s mind is full of thoughts. Some positive of the good deeds that we do denoted by red, some negative by the regrets denoted by blue and the rest neutral or the transparent jellies. Whenever we make a mistake we fill in the box of our mind with blue jellies and since we just filled in blue jellies, those are the only jellies we can see in the jar. And we have regrets and think, OMG, I just have blue jellies but I loved red and feel disappointed. We always want to be good, do good and succeed. But we rant with regrets of making mistakes in our past. But my friends, the good part is that our jars are endless. One action will definitely put some blue jellies in your jar but doesn’t stop you from adding red ones now. To learn the art of making mistakes, acknowledge when you see a blue jelly in your jar, introspect how you got it and make a plan to avoid it next time.

Just check if you are breathing, are you? Then we all can add red jellies in our jar, you still have time. There could also be a time when you think someone else came and added blue jellies in your jar, “How mean, aren’t they?!” But the good part is, you yourself can still add more reds and make the blue ones invisible. Lastly, at times we think that mistakes will make us fall down or we actually fall down after making them but we never know that making those mistakes is actually a part of life’s grander plan, a blessing in disguise.

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