NO Mistakes

There are really no mistakes?
Who would want to believe that?
Especially, if the pain has been done by another
Now become a bad memory that can't wither
Cos some of us choose to live by the hurt
A reminder, a very painful one
That has build a wall of resentment so high
That there will never be any forgivance, just grievance
It became poison, that seeps into the soul
That can't be remove anymore, too late somehow.

If one can't overlook the 'mistakes'
Then they can't look into the life that is now been partake
The goodness that has been derived
The happiness that has arrived
Then the 'mistakes' is truly a mistake
A mistake that will ever be too great to erase
The present will be gray
The future will be grave
Only the past will be so clear
For the 'mistakes' of others which one hold so dear.

There are really no mistakes
Just decisions that we made
The events that we bring upon ourselves
For the experiences that we dwell
That no matter how unpleasant
Sometimes, even we are a nuisance
That is the order, in order to learn
The steps necessaries, to go the places we are destined.

The only mistake, is we believe it is
That is the biggest mistake to begin with.