Hands of the wall-clock quietly pass through midnight and the only things left to address from the day are mistakes. Mistakes that embarrassed you, or made you scared of being embarrassed.
Mistakes – some are new, most others are repeated. Sometimes in the moments, the dynamics of a set of fallacious principles governing our ability to decide, which we call ethics, change shapes very quickly. We decide on what’s right and what’s wrong based on an experience or imagination.
But, the biggest debate my left and right brains have had is between wanting to fix a mistake without additional damage and not trying to save damage completely.
It often ends in letting another night devour you.
