When I was young I was almost scared of life. Going to bed its night thinking that one mistake is enough to trap you in an irreversible future…one that you never wished for!
Growing up I decided I was going to test life’s tolerance against my mistakes…as if I was protesting my right to make mistakes and I did so with great consistency. How many would I be forgiven? How many forgotten or unnoticed?
I am only now realizing that what's important is how many mistakes I am willing to forgive myself for.
Sadly I have minimum tolerance for self regret...
