I Can Be Wrong.

Perhaps the one thing that empowers me the most is the way you accept my mistakes the way I fail to accept them myself. I admire it— the way you see them before you and laugh before I even have time to resort to the habit of criticising my tactless ways and carelessness. You laugh and it opens a window of humility and peace that lets some light in and I can’t help but laugh along, as well. My laughter mostly originates from disbelief rather than humour— the unsatisfying fact that you have inspired me so dearly to accept it, at least outwardly, till I make my way through, till the very end.

I make mistakes everyday. They’re often so nerve-wrecking; like forgetting where I last put documents or carry out some tasks really crucial in a world dominated by adults and their perceptions of what is essential. Sometimes it is not essential for me to remember such things and I resort to the fulfilment granted by the present moment, forgetting all about past and future tense worries and fears. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by the grandeur presented in the simple moments of the day that I forget to live in a proper way— according to adults’ standards.

And I tell you about it all when we come home to each other; you laugh at my distress and strife to concentrate a little bit more. I was used to being scolded and punished for those little things, for living in my own bubble of values and ideals, often forgetting about the bitterness out there, that’s why seeing you so open to my vulnerability leaves me in awe. It leaves me ready to embrace my mistakes, to downgrade all of those judgements reigning the idea of who I should be, when who I am is already who I am. I need not resist nor change anything.

I’m grateful that you understand. And you have your mistakes, too; I always assume they bother you, when they don’t. Sometimes I keep reminding you that it’s okay and that it’s human to slip, but you already know. I’m confounded by your confidence and acceptance for who you are. It’s inspiring.

The next time I make a mistake, I will admit I’m wrong, and this will be just another opportunity to experience peace in a special way. A peace in vulnerability and weakness— a peace in truth. It’s beautiful.

It’s love.