The Teacher Called Mistake
I used to run from every wrong turn, every misstep, every bridge I watched burn.
The Teacher Called Mistake
I used to run from every wrong turn, every misstep, every bridge I watched burn. Ashamed of the choices I couldn't take back, carrying the weight of all that I lacked. But somewhere between the falling and rising, I found something holy, something surprising that every mistake I tried hard to hide was quietly teaching me something inside.
The wrong ones I loved, the doors I forced open, the promises broken, the words left unspoken, the seasons I stayed when I should have walked on, they weren't just losses, they were lessons in disguise all along. I am not the sum of my worst decisions. I am the wisdom born from them, the precision of a soul who fell, who felt, who finally learned that growth is something that must be earned.
So, I stopped looking back with eyes full of shame and started seeing my story without needing to blame, every scar on this journey has something to say it whispered not that way so I could find my way. Mistakes are not the end of who you are. They are the map, the lesson, the guiding star. Fall down seven times, get up eight it's never too early, and it's never too late. Move forward. Grow forward. Live forward. Be free. The best version of you is still becoming. And that version? Is worth everything.