When you make a mistake

 







I did not get motivated to do it
I would not have intended to make it
I never abandoned my values
I love you, but I made a mistake. I do not feel guilty. I could not imagine you were leaving me. I understand it. I want you to be happy.
I will be happy anyway.
I go ahead to learn.



Sometimes, we need to make a mistake.

So, we learned from it, being aware of what we caused. 

In some way, we learn through mistakes, making mistakes.

The mistake is not on the other side of life.

It is in the conjunction with what is correct.

 

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I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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