Of Mistakes

“Admit it Donatello, you made a mistake.”
“No Leo, I didn’t. You can’t define mistake this way, anything could have been done better. You beat Mikey at that game earlier. Your score could have been higher, but that doesn’t imply that the win was a mistake.”
“I can’t be satisfied with being good enough. Mikey will beat me if I presume that he isn’t a challenge.”
“That’s why you should try your hardest every time, I agree, but you can still be satisfied with having been good enough so far. Otherwise you can mark any and every action of yours as a mistake.”
“What exactly do you mean Don?”
“Imagine that the Ancient One told you to search for a tiger that is as white as freshly fallen snow. You can spend better part of your life looking for it, and never finding it.”
“But there are white tigers in the world.”
“Yes, but if you saw one, would you even recognise it? You’d be looking at an ordinary tiger with very light fur, not the snow-white tiger the Ancient One told you of.”
“Are you saying that I might overlook a white tiger because my image of it is unreal?”
“In fact, I think you’re overlooking one right now.”

Ó, Done, ty lichotníku. Zpět na fanfikce.