The Translation of Improvement

It seems almost impossible to get out of my frame. At first, when I do not know what my wall and limit are, and to make matters worse, as long as I do not find a need to make correction unless problems are not identified and highlightened at all, I never intend to do so. The genuine correction is suddenly happened and voluntarily emerged from a flash of lightning experience out of an idling stage that has been enhanced by the law of inertia. But I have to admit that this one is a very rare case.

 

As an empirical rule, I would never have seen a case of diagnosing my fault first. Instinctively, I feel like denying all responsibility that I could possibly have on my shoulder at first priority. And also I try to diagnose the probable causes in the surroundings and in the environment at all costs. Finally, my mistakes and errors used to be as a last designated reservoir to preserve my face with being afraid of losing self confidence.  

 

I can not even remember seeing a surprising turnaround lately, since a modest category of exceptions that individual is ended up struggling to maintain self-reliance as a final compromise. 

 

Now I do not require any desire to explain to myself that it is nobody'f fault or intentional coercion. But sometimes there is a little bit of shame. Because missing a better choice often requires the tention and waste of repeating the similar things all over again, which obviously turns out to be the failure.

 

Perhaps that is why the notion of this 'time is different' often ends up with an empty nest, and reaching the proposition that history repeats itself.