People make mistakes every day, some small and some big, but I just wonder when I'll stop making them. Or is this a lifelong thing ? Do we all just wander through life, fucking up and trying to put ourselves back together only to continue on again ?
Are we the accumulation of our mistakes ?
A part of me regrettably thinks so.
My failures have defined me more than my triumphs.
But I don't want to live in that hopeless reality. Not anymore. I want to be the accumulation of my failures, my successes, of all the people I've ever met, of the man I love, and the life I want. I want to be defined by so many factores that it's too complicated for any mathematician to piece apart.
That would be the perfect life.
Not good or bad.
Just complex.