Back when I was a kid, I always thought that I should refrain from committing mistakes in order not to be hurt. So, I was very hesitant to do the things that I was not quite familiar with. I used to be very afraid to try new things. I remember I would always calculate every step that I took and list down the things that I should do and those that I should not. I probably had my whole life planned out then. That is what I thought.
One day, while playing tag with my friends, I was running a little too fast in order to be saved, and I accidentally fell and bruised my knee really bad. Of course, being a child, I cried a lot that day. One reason was the huge wound on my knee and another was the thought that my parents would scold me when I got home. I tried not to tell them, but unfortunately, they still noticed. Unexpectedly, their reaction was quite far from what I thought. They looked worried, but they never scolded me or said anything that made me cry even more. They just told me to be careful next time. The next day, we played again, but I tried to be extra careful that time and to not run as recklessly as I had the other day.
Another memory is when I was in high school. I experienced “young love” as mature people would call it. I would say it was sweet and fun. Well, until it ended. It was my first heartbreak. It was so sad and painful, a hundred times more painful than my wound that I got when I was a kid. It was like suddenly all the butterflies I once felt in my stomach died all at the same time. I’ve never told anyone about that because I was afraid that they would tell me that I was wrong in the first place.
Going back to memories like these only made me realize that no one could refrain themselves from making mistakes. Instead of being afraid to commit them, accept them and try to listen to what they are trying to teach. Because mistakes could sometimes lead to beautiful things. You become a better version of yourself. And we should always be grateful for our parents, who constantly and endlessly remind us about what we should do and what we should not do. But it is not because they’re saving us from making our own mistakes. They only serve as a reminder that in everything we do, committing mistakes is not bad. Neglecting to accept them is. Not doing a thing to change or correct them is.
From what I’ve realized, parents do not teach their kids not to run or fall. They teach their kids how to get up once they fall. And one might not know how bad it may hurt to be with the wrong person until she finally meets the right one. There is no such thing as “best” if you haven’t experienced the “worst.” Mistakes are there to constantly prove to us that we are trying, that we are living. And they remind us that by making mistakes, one is bound to do greater things.