They can be big or small, yesterday or now, persistent or punctual, no matter how they come, or how we make them, they don’t loose the skill of punching every cell of our pride, of awakening the deep tissues of stress, of making us feel vulnerable and almost strengthless, they don’t stop chasing us like ants in our pillow, or like dots every future desire, they don’t cease, stronger or weak, they accumulate causing insecurity and fear, they are… our mistakes, the times we shouldn’t and we did, the times we stood in silence instead of breaking the ice, the times we’ve decided to do it our way ignoring the experience of others, the expertise of the wise ones, the times we’ve focused in our own selfishness, the times we’ve forget rules, lines or dogmas, the time we’ve mess up, switched cables or loosen control.

Despite sounds pretty rational and cliché, we ALL make mistakes, I think the fear of not committing mistakes makes us more vulnerable, gives them more power to crash us, to make us loose faith and trust, as soon as we understand our nature, that is not only make of mistakes but of the incredible capacity to learn from them, our days will be more simple, our nights more safe and our dreams more realistic.