The Art of Not Being an Idiot Twice

We humans are marvelous creatures, capable of splitting atoms and composing symphonies, yet we stubbornly insist on replaying the same daft mistakes as if history were a greatest-hits album on endless loop—from tulip bubbles to crypto frenzies, from failed diets to failed ideologies. We tut at others for their blindingly obvious blunders while cheerfully committing our own, then wonder why life feels like Groundhog Day with worse weather. The funny thing is, the escape hatch is ridiculously simple: a notebook, a pen, and the willingness to pause long enough to ask, “What on earth was I thinking there?” Journaling isn’t about self-scolding; it’s about turning those repeated trips and stumbles into deliberate, slightly-less-embarrassing steps forward—until one day you look back and realize you’ve quietly become a wiser, wittier version of yourself.