I can still remember the day when I had a can of black miniature model paint and decided to “personalize” one of my room’s electric sockets. It was fun at that time, but a few days later I started to regret what I had done.
When I come to think about it, my attempt at “Home Improvement” was probably driven by the desire to make my room look better. The result was less satisfactory than I was hoping for, but it stayed like that, perhaps as a reminder to myself to think things over before attempting to change something.
I had a feeling that I ruined something precious, and looking back, I probably overlooked the fact that these sockets are very likely to have been produced at a rate even faster than the time it took me to destroy one (aesthetically, at least).
What would be more agonizing, though, is the destruction of something that has taken a long time to produce. It would become more of a predicament if this thing was unique, or had been produced by a collaboration of efforts and was irrecoverable.
Are we all supposed to be braver and accept whatever changes we cause by our own hands and take responsibility for them? What if our decisions are going to affect others who have neither the intention nor desire to participate in such a gamble? All I know, is that the socket in my old room is still black.