God, Fill My Waking Hours With Joy And Peace of Mind. In My Sleep, A Bed Besides You.
As humans, we can't never be free from making mistakes. We just can't escape; no one is perfect.
Though it is good to minimize its occurrence and not to duplicate them in magnitude, mistakes are realization best friend. It is just the way things are. Though we dearly love not to make mistakes in life, imperfection is part of our human condition. Inevitably, we are going to make mistakes, sometimes big and inexcusable ones. That bad things, like it or not, are sometimes going to happen. That we are always, and often non-negotiable, going to find things to regret.
I have come to understand that no mistakes are entirely our loss only if we are to learn something out from them. It is the only way for us to become aware, to build a better conscience and a tool to look inward for something good and positive. Mistakes are there for a reason to serve us a clue as to what is going on in our world. While that may be certainly true, mistakes are made by people who are yet to learn to accept responsibility for themselves and for their actions.