If you are anything like me, and I hope you aren’t, you do not learn from your mistakes. You keep on repeating the mistake again and again, until it gets worse and worse, until it is like an itch that needs constant attending to, and you are unable to take it anymore. Making a mistake in my opinion isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Humans learn through a process of trial and error. We would like to learn through history and the mistakes of others. That would be ideal. But as mother constantly laments, I refuse to learn from her mistakes, and keep on repeating the same mistakes she’s made, in spite of her warnings.
Making mistakes is obviously important because you are never going to get the true import of a lesson unless you have been beaten over the head with it. For example, unless and until you touch a hot object as a toddler, you will not learn that when your parents tell you that something is hot, you shouldn’t touch it. That is a small but meaningful example. If as adults, we kept on touching items that we were told are hot, our hands would be in serious trouble. But I also believe repeating certain mistakes hold some value as well.
The true importance of repeating mistakes comes into play when you are playing relationships, just as an example. The first few horrendous relationships seem to be practice runs for the final, fabulous relationship that blows your mind away. If you had given up the first time you had a bad relationship and never tried again, you would definitely not be with the person you are meant to be with for the rest of your amazing lives. There are other ways you can see the importance of repeating mistakes. Like finding your true career, finding your vocation in life, finding what fashion style works for you, finding what kind of a blogger you are, and many others.
My conclusion in this mini-essay is that even though you are obviously meant to make mistakes, I believe you are meant to repeat certain ones, until the message truly lodges itself in your tiny, underused brain.