Touch the hot iron

When I was a kid, my mom told me not to touch the hot iron. I touched it. I didn't touch it again.
(I know, such a touching, heartwarming story)

I like to think of that situation as metaphor for how I learn things in life.... I have to royally mess shit up for a while(doesn't necessarily have to be a short instance of time), before I start doing things right...most of the time

Go ahead and touch the hot iron, just don't use your face.