A Page Of My Diary: The Mistake

Life is a series of sad, happy, not so sad, not so happy times. You come into this world crying, you go making others cry. Little you know what life has in store for you. Will it be a good life? A bad life? A happy, tragic, sad, okay life? You just don’t know. But then you live a mistaken life, not where life is a mistake but where you make a mistake and that one mistake becomes a reflection upon your entire past life, the life that maybe you had lived in the most loyal way. That one mistake judges your entire character, what others forget is that you’re only human, prone to making mistakes, you do everything to make things better, try your best to win the trust over again and then you think everything is hunky dory until something happens and that mistake is rubbed in your face. When people forget is that they too made mistakes but no, why you made a certain mistake at a certain place and time is what really matters. Then you want to scream your insides out to say that you are not disloyal, you are just human, and that is your fault, really that’s the biggest fault, being a human. You want to live your life a certain way, with your rules , your ways. When you don’t wish to see or speak to people who are not nice to you but you have to because they are important to other people who are near and dear to you. Whats important to you is not important to them and whats important to them is not important to you. You resist and protest that such people make you feel low but no, you have to compromise and if you don’t .. remember the mistake you made? It will be rubbed again, right in your face. So don’t resist or rebel. Just Eat .Sleep .Compromise.Repeat, because you are no more an angel, angels are only those who’s mistakes you do not know of, so keep breathing until the last breath, until your mistake along with you, breathes its last.