Misunderstanding

I was driving home today and I was thinking about misunderstanding. I suppose it would have been the better if I had given my full attention to driving, but it would have been better if I had been born rich. I wasn’t and I didn’t.

Sometimes I misunderstand something because I wasn’t paying attention or I didn’t get all of the information. I often misunderstand because I think I know what’s going on, when in fact I am totally ignorant. I often misunderstand because I don’t have the same frame of reference that the other person has. Many reasons…

One of the big regrets of my life is because of a misunderstanding. I knew what was happening and why, but I failed to clarify my actions and intentions. Someone was hurt badly, someone was hated and there will never be a resolution. Not the best thing to have hanging over a life.

Other times I have been hurt by a friend who expected me to do something which was totally against my morals. Still other times someone misunderstood how seriously I would take their actions and a friendship was lost.

I don’t know if misunderstandings can be turned around or forgotten. Perhaps some people can forget, but so far in this life I have been unable or unwilling to forgive and forget. That just might be why I am not a soul that is on his last life.

I understand that I will be going around a few more times.