For the Accidents in the World

To all of you who are reading this, I would like to start by saying that I was born of parents who love me and who wanted me from the very beginning, but that does not mean I don't understand what it's like to think I am an accident, or as some might say, a mistake.  What's the difference?  Well, I can honestly say, there is a big difference.
Let me start with the basics.  An accident is any sort of change that happens unintentionally.  A mistake is a negative result of an action, whether or not that action is made on purpose.  For something to be a mistake, the negative results must outweigh the positive.
Now, where am I going with this?  Many people today are having kids as a result of getting drunk, being raped, etc.  Many of these kids probably think of themselves as being accidents as a result, because the parents did not want them originally, they just wanted a good time.  If this was the case with you, then are you an accident?  Maybe.  But that's not what you should be asking yourself.  What you SHOULD be asking yourself is "Was I a mistake?"
Let me tell you a story.  I used to be part of my middle school's advanced band.  I played the clarinet.  There was one note, a rather low one, that I always had trouble playing, because I'd blow and it would either feel like blowing into a closed object such as a cup, which sometimes resulted in a sound that was the right note but also sounded like heavy wood scraping against a hard floor, or I would blow too hard to get the note out and it would come out as a very loud and cringe-worthy squeak (trust me, I used to make that noise at the guy next to me when class ended if he was being a jerk just to remind him that I wasn't defenseless, and it worked every time).  I couldn't figure out what the problem was, so at the time, I chalked it down to me not being able to press the button on the clarinet with enough pressure (considering I was trying to press a button with my pinkie almost fully stretched out, you can see why I'd think that).  One day, the teacher was giving one of his infamous lectures to the percussion section for not keeping time correctly again, something they were notorious for, since they had a habit of subconsciously speeding up or slowing down as a song progressed, and the teacher was VERY good at spotting it.  Meanwhile, I was passing the time bouncing my clarinet between my legs while I held it in place by stepping on the bell end.  At some point, I accidentally lost my grip and my clarinet fell forward, crashing into the metal music stand in front of me and then clattering to the floor.  The teacher stopped talking and looked at me with a face that said "Nice going hotshot" and then told me "Might want to keep your hold on that from now on."  I picked it up and held it in place for the rest of the lecture.  When we started playing again though, I realized that when I got to the dreaded note, I could play it surprisingly easily all of a sudden.  I later inspected my clarinet to figure out what had happened.  What I deduced was that my reason for having trouble with that note was due to the hole cover associated with that note being slightly bent out of shape.  It still covered the hole, but there was just enough space between it and the hole to allow air to escape, screwing up the air currents inside the clarinet and messing up the sound whenever I tried to play that note.  By accidentally dropping my clarinet, I had bent the hole cover back into PERFECT shape.  In fact, it was almost too perfect, because I think I had to do a bit of adjusting to the hole covers for the few lower notes so THEY could close completely.  Now, was it an accident?  Heck yes it was.  But I was happy.  How could I have been happy?  I had dropped my clarinet during a lecture.  There were over 100 students in the classroom, and when the teacher gives lectures, he DEMANDS silence (don't worry, he's freaking awesome nearly 100% of the time actually), so when my clarinet crashed into the heavy piece of metal in front of me, over a hundred pairs of eyes looked toward the right half of the room at that one dork in the clarinet section and STARED while the teacher teased him about it.  So why was I happy?  Because although I had caused an accident, the result was much better than it likely would have been had I not done so.  So was it an accident?  Yes.  But was it a mistake?  No, because if I were to change all the bad things I had done in life, that moment would not be one of them.
So what I am trying to say is, if you were born from parents that had not intended to have you yet or that did not like you, then were you an accident?  Most likely yes.  But were you a mistake?  Well, there is one question you can ask yourself to find out.  What is my ultimate goal in life?  If your answer is something long the lines of "to help others" or "to help the world", then no, you were NEVER a mistake.  If you continue to think you are a mistake because you are not working toward a noble purpose, or any purpose at all for that matter, then there is a way to change that.  Get help from others and learn how you can change your life for the better.  Just think, in the 19-and-a-half years I have been alive, we have gone from MS-DOS, Pong, and video cassettes to smartphones, Virtual Reality Gaming (by way of a device called the Oculus Rift), and blue-ray DVDs with high-definition touchscreen televisions.  Imagine what you could do in a lifetime if you work toward a good cause.  Instead of being a mistake, be that incredible stroke of luck that society is always looking out for.  If you don't regret ever existing in the first place, if you are happy to have been born at all, if there is ANYTHING in your life that you would not change even if there are many bad things that you would change about yourself, then you may have been an accident, but you were NEVER a mistake, and you never will be.  With these words, my readers, I bid you adieu, and I hope you take them to heart.