Pride goeth before a fall.

Mistakes: everyone makes them. What is a relationship without any mistakes? depriving of a chance to learn how to grow, and to make things better.

Help: it's something we all need at one point or another. Yet, not all of us have learnt how to ask for help without feeling that that act itself is a declaration of weakness.

The common theme running beneath the two?

Pride.

If mistakes, and making mistakes, are so common between any two people, the most logical conclusion I can arrive at is that any person would have been so immune to the mistakes of another that the mistakes themselves shouldn't even be placed high on any priority list. But then, why are so many mistakes blown up?

No, wait. A better question would be: why are mistakes able to make impactful marks on any relationship, mostly for the worse, when they are so common an occurence?

Tied in to mistakes, is the asking for help. Asking help from anyone at all can many times help to prevent the mistake from happening in the first place. But because it is commonly perceived as a sign of being weak, a sign of needing someone else, people avoid that.

Like many - if not all - others, I've made my fair share of mistakes. Better yet, I've shown my large share of stupidity because I was too proud - and maybe even too afraid - to ask for help when I really need it. But the act that takes the cake is that when another - namely Az - willingly offers help and strength even without my asking, and I refuse his help, refuse his strength, simply because I was - am - too pig-headed to want to.

I couldn't lower my pride enough to share my weaknesses.

Don't I trust him?
Yes, of course I do.

How much?
Very much.

So why?

Pride (and fear, maybe).

Simply because of that, I've said things sub-intentionally meant to hurt. I can't deny that. But yet, after these few weeks of my plain stupidity, I'm starting to learn how to see past that things which walks before me, blinding in its brilliance so that I see nothing else, and walk off the cliff. Even though it's not explicitly obvious, even to him, yeah, I'm starting to learn to veer from pride when I see it.

Or, at the very least, make up for the mistakes I did because of (or even not because of) it.

"In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two." - Erich Fromm