they don't come to destroy us, although sometimes it seems like that, even though they hurt more than we imagined. They have their own process, slow, uncomfortable, but necessary.
First of all... accept them.
And that's the hardest part.
Look forward to what we did,
what we said,
what we didn't know how to take care of.
Accepting that we messed up.
no excuses,
without blaming the world,
no hiding.
Because while we accept not,
The error stays ...
repeating itself in silence.
Then... get over them.
Learn to live with what happened,
with consequences,
with that weight it leaves on the soul.
It is not to forget,
is to understand,
is forgiving little by little
for not knowing how to do it better.
And it hurts...
because growing up almost always hurts.
But it also heals.
And lastly ..........
not to do them again.
Not out of fear,
but from the conscience.
From that new version of you
who already knows what it is to lose,
what hurts to fail,
what weighs not to have valued in time.
Because mistakes are not the end,
are a way of learning,
though sometimes they come too late,
even if the lost does not come back.
And perhaps the most melancholic
It's not to have made a mistake...
but understand everything
when there's no turning back.
But even so,
in the midst of that nostalgia,
something valuable is left:
the chance not to be the same,
not to repeat history,
gotta do better next time.
Because in the end,
We are not our mistakes ..
we are what we decide to do
after them.
I liked it a lot ©️ D.R.
#MeGustóMucho
And that's the hardest part.
Look forward to what we did,
what we said,
what we didn't know how to take care of.
Accepting that we messed up.
no excuses,
without blaming the world,
no hiding.
Because while we accept not,
The error stays ...
repeating itself in silence.
Then... get over them.
Learn to live with what happened,
with consequences,
with that weight it leaves on the soul.
It is not to forget,
is to understand,
is forgiving little by little
for not knowing how to do it better.
And it hurts...
because growing up almost always hurts.
But it also heals.
And lastly ..........
not to do them again.
Not out of fear,
but from the conscience.
From that new version of you
who already knows what it is to lose,
what hurts to fail,
what weighs not to have valued in time.
Because mistakes are not the end,
are a way of learning,
though sometimes they come too late,
even if the lost does not come back.
And perhaps the most melancholic
It's not to have made a mistake...
but understand everything
when there's no turning back.
But even so,
in the midst of that nostalgia,
something valuable is left:
the chance not to be the same,
not to repeat history,
gotta do better next time.
Because in the end,
We are not our mistakes ..
we are what we decide to do
after them.
I liked it a lot ©️ D.R.
#MeGustóMucho
