Tuesday, May 04, 2010

the art of making mistakes

I used to kick the trash bin in my former office everytime I had to bear the consequences of someone's irresponsible conduct. I used to stare at people who tried to make excuses of their mistakes or negligence. I wore out of patience and gave up on certain people because I failed them.

My life seemed never be complete without any surprises-- I should have reminded myself. One fine day, I contributed a mixture circumstances full of confusion, chaos and anger. Just on one fine day,  I wear all the guilt and accusation.

I made mistakes. I admit it. I said sorry.

What else can I do ?

The fierce look, frown faces, sms with all exclamation remarks do not take my soul. I could bear all the negative remarks. Guess what trembled me most was the look on my friend's face being bombarded with questions and accusation for which I should have been the one taking all the blame. I wish I could say something to lessen the effect.

She should have never been there.
She did not deserve anything of these.

What can I say?

It is easier to give in to anger when somebody else is making mistakes.

It is easier to curse than to forgive.

It is easier to say sorry than try to forgive, maybe.
Still, I still have to say it.

1 comment:

mariskova said...

Your friend is doing alright -if it means how she feels about you. You'll be surprised on what your friend thinks about the whole things. She is doing alright. Don't worry.