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Mistakes Were Made
I’ve just watched the latest episode of Brothers & Sisters and I have picked out some inspiring and thought-provoking quotes to share with everyone.
“Believe me,
There are days when you wake up feeling like a failure at the one thing you’ve worked your hardest your whole life,
And today is one of those days.”
“What good is discipline, when you’re not alive to have it?”
“Mistakes were made.
President Ronald Regan said those words 20 years ago, at a time when admitting a mistake was perceived as a sign of strength, not weakness.”
“I made a mistake in defending a war that is in desperate need of re-examination. Re-examination, which cannot come until we acknowledge that the war itself, was a mistake.”
“There’s a part of me hopes that you never read this. Because if you are, it means you have discovered some of the mistakes I have made in my life, and while I have tried to set those mistakes right, I know that I’ll never be able to completely repair your trust. It tortures me to think that I have ever caused you a moment’s pain. But I know I have, I only hope that you can find it in your heart; a heart that is far better and purer than mine, to forgive me my sins.
Because despite my mistakes and errs in judgement, I have always loved you. I have always treasured your love and the love for the children, each one of them is a little piece of you. Each one is so lucky to have gotten your kind heart, and no matter what mistakes I’ve made and to the extent of the pain those mistakes may have caused, I know I’ve done at least one right thing in this life --- and that was to fall in love and make a family with you, because our family means so much more to me than my mistakes suggest.
Our family is everything… the best thing I did in my life.”
- A deceased husband to his wife.
Some touching, some ever-so-real, and some to just make us ponder upon life’s idiosyncrasies. It was something I needed to ease the bombardment of crap I had to take in these few weeks.
And as I trudge on through the final days of this Prelim examination, I am somewhat grateful for the support of those around me, my family and friends, because the vortex of emotions is eating into me.
I’m tired, so very tired. I long to sleep and wake up with all this crap behind me, but the flutter of my eyelids just sucks me back into reality, the emotional distress, pressure and jolting of my senses back into action.
As I’m sinking through the sands of my life, let’s hope that I can pop out into a safe haven, or maybe, the provision of a helping hand or a rope to pull me out.
I’m clawing and clawing, to find a way out, an alternative.
And I ask myself,
“When can I stop? Am I supposed to...?”
Hail Mary.