Nothing is as easy as it seems
It’s been a tiresome Thursday for me. First thing that greeted me today at work was errors I’ve committed from last night’s production.
Some people approached me with a sad tone, others, a cheerful tone. And I’m somehow thankful it’s not the usual mad tone, since the approach minimized the gravity of breaking a bad news and the weight of bringing the problem alone.
I’ve really appreciated the people who, instead of putting me down because I’ve done a mistake, said that I should just take it slow since there’s no need to rush. I did not expect it from them. I’m the type who’s used to thinking about the worst possible scenario but this time, I was disappointed, and it’s the kind of disappointment that makes me believe in goodness.
When it comes to facing problems, I’m not the type who can easily be confronted. I struggle with my own demons, so when people approach me and tell me something bad, I cry. I’m harsh and is so hard on forgiving my own self.
They say that it is in mistakes that we get to learn more. It’s an optimistic way on looking at things and it’s a lovely thought to ponder whenever we make one, but for me, it’s just so hard to live with that food for thought while I’m in the middle of accepting and solving my mistake.
But eventually, friends have come to comfort me and I truly thank them for doing so. It’s just that, sometimes I wish I could try harder to become better.
Maybe I should just stop trying too hard and that I should just be more focused and more careful next time.
Besides, we’re all lifetime learners here.