why does history somehow repeat itself ? and when shall we learn from it`s mistakes ?

Question

think of all the things you have said and done in your life that somehow went wrong.... things that you were somehow powerless to controll it in all aspects of your power./ s......but somehow,,,, somewhere deep inside, you knew what you had to do to make it right, and yet somehow you ignored it !!!!! what was it for you ? and how did you feel afterwards ? has it changed your life /s ? or are you still the same ? will you move on,???? or be the same person inside forever ? if not , what was it that changed you and all the people and metirial objects around you ?" sorry if this is deep but i need some deep metaphoricial translation to relate to right now before i make some decisions of my own again.... i am a great believer of that a problem shared is a problem halved.... so give me your best shot and bring tears to my eyes and tell us your worst sob story !!!!!

Answer 1

I am not sure if I got your question. Sorry about my English. I am not a native. But yes, it did happen to me and now I am suffering the consequences of my acts. Please, if you have doubts, if your inner voice tells you to not do it, please, don't do it. I married an American and I knew deep inside my heart he was not the man for you. Somehow I moved on and I took the step. As if one part of me was saying GO AHEAD and the other part was saying: STOP IT, ARE YOU CRAZY? Well, as we both went to see therapist and talked to people we thought that would be the right thing to do. Once I got in the USA I realized he was a jerk and he would not treat me with the respect I deserved. I hid it from my children because since I was a child, because of past mistakes from my ancestors (and the story repeats again), I grew up in a very dysfunctional family. I decided to not tell them because they never got to understand the real me. So, as I am not a child anymore, I am on my 50ths, I married him thinking I was doing the right thing. After 6 months of hell in the USA I had to leave home and come back to my country, all by myself. Just me and the dog. He did not even take me to the airport. My children - here in my country - did not even go to the airport to pick me up, they ignore me in such a way, as well as my family. I had many losses. I lost my car, my belongins that he kept there and so far never sent them back, I lost a pension that I had in my country, I lost, I lost, I lost........but when I came back I got my job back and also the place that belongs to me. THe person who was living here left and I entered the apartment. My life hasn't been easy. My family and my children accuse me silently and my friends ran away from me. I was only looking for love because my first marriage was not happy - he was a bissexual and I was looking for someone nicer, a real gentleman with whom I could spend the rest of my life. This American not only stole a lot of me but also thinks he is right and I am wrong. He owes a LOT of money to the American GOvernment and even though I was able to get my green card I had to decline it because I did not want to remain married to him anymore. So I lost again. I lost the respect of my children, I lost the pension, I lost my car, I lost my friends, my family does not talk to me, they never helped me and now it is even worse. I feel ashamed when I meet people on the street and even though I keep my dignity and my honor it is hard, very hard. I feel as if I am an outsider in my own city, in my own country. I would say that I feel as a castaway that grabbed some trunk to hold into till I find a safe place for me to be again. I have my own apartment, and I have God - I am a Christian - but I want to feel safer, to find someone who really cares for me and supports me with good words and friendship. We don't find that much at CHurches here, so, there are times I come here to see if I find someone to talk with, to vent, to tell me that the nightmare is over and the sun will shine again. I have no retirement, as I said, I have my faith and my God who are my everything. I am so sorry if I did not answer what you were expecting to.
Peace to you and good luck.

Answer 2

At 15 I thought I knew everything and was old enough to know better than my parents. I ran away and went to live with my boyfriends family where I stayed for 3 or 4 months. It was my first Christmas away from my family and looking back it was pretty grim. I also though I didnt need schooling, even though I was due to sit my GCSEs in the Summer, I went to school about once a week I suppose.

Now older, wiser and with a family of my own. My 15 year old daughter went to stay with her dad for half term 3 weeks ago, he lives 300 miles from me, and she hasnt come back and says she is not going to. She has missed 2 important exams at school this week and I am at my wits end with her. Communication between us is strained to say the least. Her school arent best pleased either.

So, history repeating itself, the sins of the mother, or just Karma?

Answer 3

We will never learn very much from our mistakes, because each time we make them we are convinced that we know what is the best, better than anyone else dose, so we just continue in the same mode.

Answer 4

History never repeats.History is past record.We donot learn from the past and so mistakes are repeated.The repeating of mistakes is wrongly called as repeatition of history.Obviously persons and places are different and history cannot be repeated as such

Answer 5

History does not repeat itself, People repeat history! Because people do not learn from their mistakes and continue to keep banging their heads until they get tired or figure it out. God bless

Answer 6

Tomorrow - wer,e all in the Pub at the Moment getting Pissed and trying to forget , Hope you feel better soon

Answer 7

Ho story teaches us that we never learn anything out of it. I have made a lot of changes in my life out of mistakes.