What are mistakes?

New Day, a new post.

    I went down to Chagrin falls today with my mom to pick up some starbucks and go to Rick's Cafe.  I'm not one for crowds, so we went out to eat early.  Rick's recently redid (or maybe not, it was recent for me.) part of their restaurant to have the wall looking out into the street completely made up of windows, so it was perfect for sketching the people rushing back and forth down the sidewalk.  There was some type of event going on for the elementary school, so it was the busiest I have ever seen it - other then the Blossom Fest of course.  That, however, is just a shit show, excuse my French.

  Reminds me of my high school days; even though they were only two years ago, it seems like it was ages since I was in the halls of Beaumont.  I go through cycles of missing that school and thanking God that I'm out of there.  Sometimes I wish I realized what life really was back then - I took that school for granted.  I took everything for granted.  Let's be honest, everyone is incredibly selfish in their teens.  Now, I'm barely out of my teens and I'm not one to talk; I just didn't look around and truly appreciate the privileges that were being offered to me.  I did have many things going on during that time, and I won't go deep into that story.  Long, boring, sad, pointless.  But whenever I start regretting how I lived during that time, I wouldn't be where I am at this point in life.  Everything in our past was essential in creating who we are now.  I have no room for regret.  That's what I remind myself, anyway.

We're human, we'll always have regrets.  Where would we be without it?  It's what we look back on and hope to improve on for the future.  I just don't view them as mistakes anymore.  They're pinnacles of education.  Who was the person to come up with the theory of mistakes, anyway?  I would like to have a word with them.  Some of our decisions may not be the best, but there's nothing wrong about it.  Look at the tests we've taken.  Mistakes marked in red ink - we've grown to dread that color.  It's a beautiful color.  It's parallel to 'mistakes'. Why dread mistakes?  How would we learn without them?

We aren't perfect creations.
However, the imperfections are beautiful.