mistakes

When we were young, we all thought being grown-ups would mean being in control of things, being the BIG GUY, the BOSS of everything.
But now that i am slowly growing, i start to find that i am afraid of growing up.
I am afraid of taking charge, afraid of messing things up.


We learn from mistakes, do we not?


Why then, are there some who refuse to accept our apologies, who insist that they are being wronged, when they are the ones who are maligning others?
Why then, are there friends who fall out with each other at the snap of one's fingers just because they can't accept each other's flaws?
Why then, are there people who love to criticise when they are so-and-so themselves?
Why then, are there people who feel so empty when the slightest things they say or do make a whole lot of difference?


if only for everytime we cried, there would be thrice as much happiness in store after.
if only.