I cannot begin to tell you how many poor decisions or mistakes I have made in my life. The countless regrets are all there, the problems I have caused, the people I have hurt; such memories lay imprinted in the back of my mind, never to be forgotten; however, could they be forgiven? There is no perfect soul in this world. Perfect doesn’t even exist among people like us. How such a word came to be part of our language is beyond my knowledge. When no such perfect soul exists, why is it that most, if not all, imperfections are condemned?
For this reason, I believe in second chances. Sometimes even the most undeserving of all people need a break. The constant reminders telling me that what I have done is wrong or more commonly being told it cannot be forgiven, can virtually destroy someone. We all want to be friends with that one person who allows for the mistake to be forgotten. It’s that person who believes in giving another chance. After all, isn’t it a common statement “We learn from our mistakes?” Of course, the extent of the problem or mistake made must taken into consideration. We have to take matters into the perspective of others, and become more understanding of their actions. It may only be in our own eyes that we see something as a mistake to begin with.
Whether it is an error in the eyes of others, or a true unjustifiable mistake, a person deserves to be given a second shot. I shouldn’t be forced to suffer from ongoing remarks and complaints, but instead earn a chance for redemption. Though many will want to question my original actions, what would be the purpose of hacking away at my or even any human fallacy? The ideal would be to forget about the mistake in its entirety and to start over again. Yet this belief is not always as realistic as one would hope it to be. Perhaps the most I could ask for is reassurance that my fault is now in the past, which although doesn’t make it forgotten, it is now shoved out of the big picture, leaving room for the second chance I want more than anything.
One may argue that some mistakes are so appalling that any means of forgiveness or another opportunity are out of the question. Who is it when it all comes down to the end that gets to decide upon this? In the eyes of others, it is my friends and family who decide my fate, yet upon self realization I learn that only I can provide that option for a second chance, and take it the first moment she possibly can.
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