Mistakes

Mistakes are what life can amount to – a journey through errors and failures, which we should hold as building blocks towards accomplishment. My life contains many of the problems I had not wished for, but nevertheless had impressed themselves upon me. They have helped form me and define who I am. It demands a question: would I want to have lived my life up until now, any differently? I would have to say – no – for I firmly believe who I am intellectually wouldn’t have eventuated the way it has. I can say that my clarity of the world around me would not be present. I wouldn’t hold value on the small things that abound in reality and I most definitely would have maintained an overpowering level of close-mindedness and ignorance. The mistakes in my life have at every step been required to spur an appropriate counter-action, and with every such action a greater rise had followed.

These mistakes, which come in plentiful supply, have damaged my ego, spirit and being. The impact however is cleared up in one famous quote from Friedrich Nietzsche, what does not kill me, makes me stronger. In my life, I directly relate my mistakes to points at which my existence becomes more aware, and stronger.

Every time I collide with a challenge, I become a better person for it. At the age of 23, it seems (by my powers of generalisation...or observation rather) that people of similar age do not have a care, nor urge to identify the benefits of mistakes – even when they go through this cycle of rises, dips and greater rises. Acknowledging their importance in the establishment of an individual is crucial to gaining meaning through existence and as a direct consequence of a relatively defined existence – happiness. What must be demanded of the mind is validation from every task, whether successful or unsuccessful.