To err is human

Not writing about errors tonight, but I sat through a torturous 1 hour of lecture on patients' safety this morning and this phrase was the only thing that is worth recalling so I'm just gonna give it some credit right here.

My thoughts, are almost made out of paradoxes. I'm pretty much convinced. I spend a lot of energy, since young, teaching myself to refrain from jealousy or envy, but I also always tell myself to never settle, or be totally satisfied. All my life, I've believed that jealousy means all harm and no good. It makes a perfectly contented person unhappy. It changes people, it makes you forget your initial motives of doing something. It's because of jealousy that people want more of what they already have (which is probably more than they need), not just for the benefits of themselves, but also for the eyes of the others. It's as pointless as starving yourself to get Orlando Bloom's second glance when Miranda Kerr wasn't even good enough for him. 

Somebody having something doesn't mean that you need to be on par too, in order to be as competent. If someone's recognition requires you to be something you're not, then maybe that recognition isn't worth as much as you think it does. It's just that, I really stand by the saying 'those who matter don't care, those who care don't matter'. Let's just say, the amount of crap I give about you is directly proportional to the weigh of your opinions about me. 

That's mainly for materials and extravagance, but when it comes to myself, I can never seem to be satisfied. I've always wished I could draw and paint better, because I'm amazed by people who are able to portray all their feelings into a tiny piece of paper without having to use a single word. I've always wanted to be pitch perfect, cuz then I wouldn't have so much trouble with music (or maybe just piano) since young, and maybe I wouldn't feel so negatively about it like I do now. I've always hoped that I can eat whatever I want without getting fat (LOL). If you ask me what intrigues me the most, I would say a good drawing, a well-written story, and fantastic food. Oh and smart people. Smart people are sexier than all the Victoria Secret angels or Calvin Klein underwear models on earth. 

I mean, you can't always be happy about yourself, because satisfaction means contentment, contentment means the lack of drive to move forward, lack of drive means no improvement, no improvement means plateau, plateau means degradation which ultimately leads to death. Not exaggerating, nope. But again, unsatisfaction means wanting more, wanting more means forever searching and working, forever working means no rest, no rest means fatigue, fatigue means depression, which also, eventually leads to one jumping off the balcony.

You probably have already decided that I've been talking crap all the while, but think about this, it makes sense.