For the next few weeks, I am making myself understand that although I am human and mistakes will be made, dwelling in the dark places does not have to be my end all, be all. I have more memories now to pull from and smile at on my down days. I have to thank nature, Connie,…
Tre L. Loadholt
This has been my achilles’ heel to magnify mistakes — mistakes that, when taken introspectively or retrospectively, I have either overestimated or underestimated the internal locus of control which has led me on course to the paths taken and or has led me astray from the paths not taken.
I have learned that in any of those fleeting, nondescript, momentuous, accidental, or premeditated moments therein lies no guarantee that I, or something, or someone else would not screw it up, just as there is no guarantee that serendipity would provide for my safe passage on this journey.
I have also learned that this particular anxiety has been exacerbated by a social environment that confusingly celebrates or exaggerates the consequence of mistakes and in turn profits from it in zero-sum fashion and form.
I have learned that insensitive beliefs about the essence of our humanity has made us less human as a collective and that this is truly a dark place in which we dwell.
One again Tre L. Loadholt, I appreciate your sharing and thus the stirring of my own thoughts on these dark places.
Peace and stay blessed.