mistakes will haunt you like tranlsucent ghosts in old houses. no matter how far or where you run to, they will follow. you can feel their cold breath on the back of your neck reminding you that they are a step behind. it could be an eternity or a year before they disappear. the only way they will ever cease to exist is if you face them. stare into the stormy cold eyes of this old ghost. look into the icy windows to this cold soul. dark rooms and coldness fills this house. you look and strain yourself until you can see more than just the dark. finally a spark ignites a flame. a fire burns in this house lighting up the room and filling it with warmth. the ice that creates abstract patterns and disorts your view slowly melts away until there is only clearity. this spark is realization. a realization that we are not perfect. we are humans created with free will. we are allowed to make mistakes. that is what defines us. it is what makes us shed our skin and generate more. how would we learn anything in life if we didn't fall down from time to time? how would we evolve if we didn't fumble? there is always a fear. a fear that we will be judged for our mistakes preventing us from even realizing that we have made mistakes. who are we to judge a person by their mistakes? one who rakes up people mistakes is one who will live a life filled with a series of let downs. i just wish that people around me would spark that flame. i'm not a bad person.
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