2. When a Mistake Isn’t the End — but the Beginning

We’re taught to be correct.
To avoid mistakes. To know. To be composed.
And so, little by little, we start choosing safety over life.
Instead of getting confused — we smile.
Instead of making a mistake — we fall silent.
Instead of saying “I don’t know” — we change the subject.
Because what if someone catches us off guard?
What if we look silly, unprepared, wrong?

But what no one teaches us is this: real change is born from a mistake.
Not from success, but from a crack.
Not from perfection, but from that moment when you admit to yourself:
“I don’t know how to do this.”

That’s when something important begins.
That’s where the mask slips. That’s where the human shows up.
Because to make a mistake is to be in motion.
And movement — no matter how clumsy — is always more alive than standing still.

Maybe the mistake is exactly what reconnects us with ourselves —
more than any correctness ever could.
And maybe next time, when we stumble — in a sentence, a choice, a touch —
we shouldn’t feel ashamed.

But pause.
And ask:
Was that really a mistake —
or just the first sign that we’re finding our way back to who we are?