The writing is on the wall. Error simply makes it visible to us.
Unfortunately, it takes years of personal experience and burns to understand the flames one can’t see.
We seek refuge during the time of a correction, knowing all too well the blunders made.
Why were we so blinded to see them in the beginning? All we had to do was take a pause and wait. Instead, we suffered for the most fragile, irrational exuberance and took the fall.
Even worse than the immediate loss is the knee-jerk reactions that light the cycle of rumination. Trying to fix troubling thoughts backfires — any additional fodder exacerbates the dizziness of anxiety.
But the clock keeps ticking; life goes on. Learning to live with mistakes is part of the process. Knowing what we know now, shall we dare repeat such slips again?
Regret builds out of the pain. Yet, the next time won’t be any different.
We suffer the errors to build up courage and perseverance.