Mistakes

Some things we do define us.
Other things we do repel our own nature.
Most of the time we know which is which.
On the other hand, others cannot know for you truly.

Why do we end up doing thing that aren’t what we’d like to do?
Well, there are many explanations…
Mistakes…force…just human.
Or is it more than that?

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It’s almost like we play god with ourselves.
Test our limits, break the rules.
We aren’t the choices we make.
We’re what we do with those choices.

Sure our “character” is explained by the choices we make.
But is that really who we are?
Or is that just what we want people to see?
So what are we really?

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Maybe we’re what we see ourselves doing.
Past, present or future.
Hence the importance of memories, dreams and lovers.

We are thinking beings.
Feeling vessels.
Affectionate creatures.
Monstrous…glorious, but really only when other people are around.

So what else are we when there is no one around besides our thoughts?
What are you like when you’re all alone?
How are you different than you are now?
Do you make nearly as many mistakes as you do in front of people?

No?

I didn’t think so.

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So are general mistakes something you make?
Or something other people simply define?
Maybe both.
Maybe we are only seen as creatures of fault…
Because there are more than one of us.

Maybe I would be flawless in solitude.
Maybe I think that I’m fine when I’m not around you.
Maybe I’m only beautiful or ugly next to someone else.
Maybe contrast is essential.

For life to remain spectacular, I surely think so.

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Mistakes, like truth, are hard to know for sure.
And when for sure, hard to keep.
They lose their value as soon as they leave the lips of their mother.
So perhaps the biggest mistake we’ve made as humans was to speak.

It’s too late now though.
We can’t really talk about how talking is a mistake.