Sometimes we fail miserably

Sometimes, we thought we had made our point.
Mostly, we made a mess out of ourselves.

Sometimes, we knew we did the right thing.
Mostly, we made the wrong choice.

Sometimes, we had the greatest confidence when we make decisions.
Mostly, it'll be ugly.

What I did was I made myself an honest person.
But I was shot down like an American plane during World War II.
Is it too late to make amends?
Should I make those amends?