Decisions

Goldfinch60



Throughout our lives we make decisions,

Decisions on where we need to progress.

Many times they are the right decisions

But occasionally we are totally wrong

And we make a complete mess.

But from this we can learn

When we realise that failure

Is not the opposite of success,

It’s that experience which shows us,

Shows us that it is part of success in our lives.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2021 00:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: We can always move on in life learning from our mistakes.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 27
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Comments13

  • dusk arising

    So true Andy.

    I think it goes hand in hand with "let us not judge a man by what he achieved but rather by the obstacles he overcame along the way"

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you da, yes it does go with those words.

      Andy

    • Arvy

      I believe that without making decisions that are eventually wrong we won't be able to make the right decisions in the future. Beautiful write dear Andy!

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Arvy, we need to gain experience with any decisions right or wrong but what many do not realise is that experience cannot be taught.

        Andy

      • Thekkinkkattil

        Very true At the time we feel its right but time tells us it not true and that is what experience is all about. Thank you Andy for such thoughtful words

        • Goldfinch60

          Most kind TKKKK, much appreciated.

          Andy

        • Saxon Crow

          Very true GF. You wise old owl

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you SC.

            Less of the OLD please.

            Andy

          • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

            We can’t be perfect ... everyone makes mistakes .

          • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

            Sometimes we feel our decisions might be the best ones at the time but looking back we realise it wasn’t . I guess we only make decisions the best we can , with how we’re feeling at the time

            • Goldfinch60

              It's called experience and that cannot be taught.

              Andy

            • orchidee

              Good write Gold.
              Wish I had learnt in 1066, and not turned up?
              You packing any bags yet for the Reunion?!

              • Goldfinch60

                I have my horse ready and will have my aids pack my bags and put into the trailer that they will be pulling.

                • orchidee

                  See ya upon your arrival on ya horse - named Trigger?!

                • Neville



                  wise words indeed from our very own great crested golden sage .... 🙂

                  • Goldfinch60

                    So kind Neville, thank you.

                    Andy

                  • Accidental Poet

                    Very true Andy, experience is the only instruction manual we get. Well written my friend. 😉

                    • Goldfinch60

                      That instruction manual is so important in our long lives AP.

                      Andy

                      • Accidental Poet

                        Without it, life even harder than than already is.

                      • Doggerel Dave

                        Absolutely - that should be the way it goes.....

                        • Goldfinch60

                          It surely is Dave.

                          Andy

                        • Vacancy

                          Everything happens for a reason. You’re poem means a lot to me today. Having a rough one

                          • Goldfinch60

                            Sorry you had a rough day I hope all is better now.

                            Andy

                          • L. B. Mek

                            by design or chaotic luck
                            our fallibility is unquestioned,
                            a part of us, a tool
                            to be utilised
                            and so let us buckle and trip, again and again, maybe even fall,
                            once in a while
                            but come, when our time for accountability is nigh upon us,
                            and there
                            we'll stand twice, as erect
                            and twice more, emboldened
                            by self accumulated, meaningful pride..
                            success out of failure: Yes,
                            I like the flavour
                            of that: 'slice of life'...!
                            (you've done it again, my friend
                            got me flying away into spontaneity of those emotional dancing qwerty keys,
                            lets hope it all makes some kind of sense, in the end) lol
                            thank you, my friend
                            found your words to be unassumingly: inspirational!

                            • Goldfinch60

                              Wow, Mek, it certainly triggered your muse in a delightful way, thank you.

                              Andy

                            • The elder poet

                              Every one makes mistakes at one time or another. Taking the wrong road. But from that mistake we learn to turn around and try another. We don't know what our futures bring. We can only do the very best that we can. And yes we learn from our mistakes. In my case I must be one smart guy. Because I've made many mistakes . I enjoyed reading you poem. Thank you for sharing.

                              • Goldfinch60

                                As long as we always do the best we can we will go forward in our lives full of positivity.

                                Andy

                                • The elder poet

                                  You are so right.You have a good night.



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