Ash' post got me mesmerized. Brought me back to old memory as a child. I remember my first lesson in biking. Yep, I was once a trying hard little creature, really wanting to learn how to ride a bicycle. And because I really wanna learn, it took me to get wounds and bruises down to my knees. But i don't care at all. Childhood friends laughed at me because i drove so lousily, when my bicycle would crisscrossed down the alley. But I never stopped practicing ..it was like a childhood dream..a simple dream..until I learned. And it was a wonderful feeling. I realized that it's just a matter of guts..of real determination.
Life is all about the first lessons. When learning cannot just be done overnight. When we have to get wounds and bruises...learning the hard way. Even going through trial and error thing. The sad realization is that there were more errors though than the right ones. Maybe because in life, though we cannot really plan things the way we want them, we eventually learn by mistake.. by wrong moves..wrong decisions. Most of my first lessons taught me a lot about life. They were all like big bloopers on a big screen. But then, perhaps if not for those mistakes, I will not learn from life.
Well, i guess it was not a mistake after all.