Back on the notion of learning from mistakes...

I like this poem...very very much:

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost....I am hopeless.
It isnt my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out....

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I did not see it.
I fall in again.
I cannot believe I am in the same place.
But it isnt my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out....

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in....it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately....

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it....

I walk down another street....

Partia Nelson.

Learnt something from the verses?

The one thing I am not so comfortable is the last verse...though it may be the most meaningful. Of course, having learnt my mistakes, I could walk down another street. But I do not like this spirit. Its like having failed and hurt repeatedly in relationships, one should evade relationships and become a gay/lesbian/never marry/avoid intimacy at all costs. (hehe, this example comes to mind because I just counselled an evader)

If its me, my last verse would be....

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I cover it up with plenty of cement.
I walk carefully over the covered hole.
Others walk safely over my covered hole.....