(February 6, 2013)
'Embrace the mistakes'; that's becoming more and more my personal motto in life. As I write this on a pad of paper I'm sitting on an orange colored bench-seat in a waiting hall of a bus terminal somewhere frustratingly north of Athens.
"Frustratingly" because I had just missed the 10:30 AM bus that'd take me to Delphi (which is my main destination for this first trip of many to Greece) and the next one would be in four hours. "Frustratingly" because I rushed through two handfuls of blocks from the nearest metro station only to see the tail of the bus turn around when I was about a block away from the bus terminal.
"Frustratingly" because the location of the bus terminal is a challenge of The Amazing Race kind. "Frustratingly" because I could've used those four hours of dead time to visit the Acropolis.
"Frustratingly" because I can't seem to get the concept of 'on time' or 'in good time' properly.
With the latter mentioned I reflect on the times that I nearly missed my departures or missed them completely; be them by bus, train or plane. There are so many that I begin to wonder whether or not I should be enrolled in a disciplinary camp of some kind.
Just prior to this missed bus in Greece I was darn close to missing the flight to Zurich The reason is mainly the naivité of that I could pull off the impossible and that the Universe works itself to my favor. And it seems like after each passing time I miss my departure times I just let it seep away from memory that it ever happened.
I hate mistakes, especially when a small one makes a huge difference.
I strive for perfection, a trait that I've aspired to like everyone else but for me it's something I've aspired to accomplish ever since I've had to sink in the fact of that I myself am a mistake. What keeps my self-deprecation from getting out of hand are the sincere words from relatives as well as friends near and far of how special I am and how highly they think of me as well as how I have affected their lives or given them some kind of inspiration. I cherish those words for they motivate me. And the past days I've received a lot of those words via text message because of my birthday. I'm a bit frustrated of that I couldn't reply back nor go online on my mobile phone because I made the mistake of choosing the wrong pre-paid service (which could only work in Sweden and not be able to use any of it outside of the country unless I load a different service). I had only noticed of that this morning when I briefly got to use the wifi at the hotel before I dashed in vain to the bus that I had sorely missed.
Coming back on missed departures and forgetting about that they never happened, I think one of the main reasons why I nullify its validity as mistakes is because something unexpectedly positive comes out of them; it's never certain exactly what they are but they can be anything from new friendships and connections to inspirational moments to spark my writing. Thinking back on my life filled with many bridges that I have built with people I crossed paths with as well as inspirational moments that came out from frustrating missed departures I cannot be unthankful they happened.
So, if good things can come from mistakes then perhaps they're not that bad at all and perhaps that's why I've learned to embrace them when they come my way. Then, by logic, if I'm a mistake then I should learn to embrace exactly that.
'Embrace the mistakes'; that's becoming more and more my personal motto in life. As I write this on a pad of paper I'm sitting on an orange colored bench-seat in a waiting hall of a bus terminal somewhere frustratingly north of Athens.
"Frustratingly" because I had just missed the 10:30 AM bus that'd take me to Delphi (which is my main destination for this first trip of many to Greece) and the next one would be in four hours. "Frustratingly" because I rushed through two handfuls of blocks from the nearest metro station only to see the tail of the bus turn around when I was about a block away from the bus terminal.
"Frustratingly" because the location of the bus terminal is a challenge of The Amazing Race kind. "Frustratingly" because I could've used those four hours of dead time to visit the Acropolis.
"Frustratingly" because I can't seem to get the concept of 'on time' or 'in good time' properly.
With the latter mentioned I reflect on the times that I nearly missed my departures or missed them completely; be them by bus, train or plane. There are so many that I begin to wonder whether or not I should be enrolled in a disciplinary camp of some kind.
Just prior to this missed bus in Greece I was darn close to missing the flight to Zurich The reason is mainly the naivité of that I could pull off the impossible and that the Universe works itself to my favor. And it seems like after each passing time I miss my departure times I just let it seep away from memory that it ever happened.
I hate mistakes, especially when a small one makes a huge difference.
I strive for perfection, a trait that I've aspired to like everyone else but for me it's something I've aspired to accomplish ever since I've had to sink in the fact of that I myself am a mistake. What keeps my self-deprecation from getting out of hand are the sincere words from relatives as well as friends near and far of how special I am and how highly they think of me as well as how I have affected their lives or given them some kind of inspiration. I cherish those words for they motivate me. And the past days I've received a lot of those words via text message because of my birthday. I'm a bit frustrated of that I couldn't reply back nor go online on my mobile phone because I made the mistake of choosing the wrong pre-paid service (which could only work in Sweden and not be able to use any of it outside of the country unless I load a different service). I had only noticed of that this morning when I briefly got to use the wifi at the hotel before I dashed in vain to the bus that I had sorely missed.
Coming back on missed departures and forgetting about that they never happened, I think one of the main reasons why I nullify its validity as mistakes is because something unexpectedly positive comes out of them; it's never certain exactly what they are but they can be anything from new friendships and connections to inspirational moments to spark my writing. Thinking back on my life filled with many bridges that I have built with people I crossed paths with as well as inspirational moments that came out from frustrating missed departures I cannot be unthankful they happened.
So, if good things can come from mistakes then perhaps they're not that bad at all and perhaps that's why I've learned to embrace them when they come my way. Then, by logic, if I'm a mistake then I should learn to embrace exactly that.
