Full of pot holes, puddles, and rocks
Places where I had to stop
Or at least I told myself so."
That's a poem I started a while ago and never got to finishing it. I looked at it today because I began thinking about the mistakes we make. Things our parents told us never to do, but we did them anyways thinking we needed the experience. Asking for someone's advice, but never taking it, but as the Latin proverb goes "A wise man learns by the mistakes of others, a fool by his own," so why don't we do so?
