Mistakes burn you down to the core. When I realize that I have made one, and truly care about it, I want to apologize more than I possibly can with words. I want to forget it, fix it, or remove it. But I can’t do any of those—it’s happened and the mistakes from my actions are creating fallout and havoc. I feel like I’m spinning without control.
The sensation leaves a hole inside me, burning and aching like the worst heartburn.
The best antacid though isn’t a good apology, hug, or sensual recourse. It’s forgiving yourself despite everything that’s happened. Big mistakes will cause damage, and there will be consequence.
It usually takes me a while to get to that point when I make a big mistake. Usually the person who I have wronged forgives me before I, myself. But when I do forgive myself, and I beat the wronged individual to it… well, sometimes that can hurt more than the mistake itself.
Sometimes when we close our doors, we make them so thick that they become walls. We shut that person out and make it so that they can never get that close again. It can even happen to the best of friends.
I’ve had friends in the past who have done that to me. They’ve closed the door, and I kept trying to communicate through it until I turned and walked away. They didn’t realize what they had done until they smacked their nose on the glass, trying to follow me.
So true, I'm trying to be much more open as of late but I recently just walked into a wall with someone. Now, I just have to hope others can let down their walls along with me.
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