Read an article a few months ago. I think it was Deccan Herald (has been my favourite for an uncharacteristically long time now). Apparently, some schools in UK have decided to ban erasers in classrooms, deeming them “Instruments of the devil". That's because they want students to own their mistakes and correct them. Not hide them or shy away from them!
Have you watched this movie called “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”? (Uff! What are you doing, reading this stupid blog?!) I will take the liberty of spoiling it for you (the way it suits my narrative): There's this couple, madly in love with each other, they get together.. Reality hits: things don't work out; they decide to go their separate ways. But it’s all so tempestuous they just can't move on. Both of them undergo a procedure to artificially erase each other from memory.. And as it eventually turns out, they fall in love with each other all over again.
I am often guilty of relishing in textbook romance but the claim here is not surrender-to-your-destiny or meant-to-be-will-be or everything-happens-for-a-reason. I would think most of us would strongly, firmly advocate against divine intervention. So let’s, at least for an argument’s sake, go with — you made/let things happen. When you have different outcomes than what you wished for — with benefit of hindsight and a supposedly uncluttered brain, it’s easy to objectify, internalize and see an irrational, fallible self in your past. It’s recommended to acknowledge your mistakes and derive some insight, learning and if possible, even a bit of detached amusement.
Have you watched this movie called “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”? (Uff! What are you doing, reading this stupid blog?!) I will take the liberty of spoiling it for you (the way it suits my narrative): There's this couple, madly in love with each other, they get together.. Reality hits: things don't work out; they decide to go their separate ways. But it’s all so tempestuous they just can't move on. Both of them undergo a procedure to artificially erase each other from memory.. And as it eventually turns out, they fall in love with each other all over again.
I am often guilty of relishing in textbook romance but the claim here is not surrender-to-your-destiny or meant-to-be-will-be or everything-happens-for-a-reason. I would think most of us would strongly, firmly advocate against divine intervention. So let’s, at least for an argument’s sake, go with — you made/let things happen. When you have different outcomes than what you wished for — with benefit of hindsight and a supposedly uncluttered brain, it’s easy to objectify, internalize and see an irrational, fallible self in your past. It’s recommended to acknowledge your mistakes and derive some insight, learning and if possible, even a bit of detached amusement.
The problem is: somewhere in the process, we get into this vicious phase of self-deprecation, anguish, and repentance. Looking back at things, we tend to judge our actions alone but we lose perspective a little bit. We forget the contexts in which we chose the actions. Imagine yourself caught in a Tsunami struggling to find your way off the shore and then later, sitting on clean banks looking over serene, turquoise waters and tell me your "perspectives" are the same, both literally (Engineering-Graphics-101 sense :P) and figuratively! My take is: if you were to transport yourself back to the exact same situation, the script is most likely to replay itself; and all this -- not attributing to any other exogenous factor, but to your own self.
It could not, should not, would not have been any different.
So, here’s to no regrets. Here’s to not being too hard on yourself.
But most importantly, here’s a lame justification for all your mistakes. :)
