Sometimes you can’t fix a problem. I’ve spent maybe at least 10% of my life trying to fix problems that have no solution. A problem should be an arrow, not a stop sign.
I got violently ill once from antibiotics and promptly shit in my leggings after trusting the fart.
“I always did things for my parents and for others. I never did anything for me. And that’s not a way to live.”
It’s impossible to determine how separate my illness is from me as a person. But I do know I can continue to improve if I take responsibility.
I think about all of the amazing times we’ve had and how alive you made me feel. Letting you go was a mistake.
No one can define if what you did wrong was a mistake. You have to define your mistakes on your own. See if they really were wrong or if you think so based on others’ judgement.
We go down and then we come back up again. We break down into pieces but it only gives us another chance to rearrange ourselves so that this time, the pieces of us fit perfectly and are stronger than ever.
“This isn’t a dream. I came to stop you from making a mistake.”
Your dreams won’t all come true at once, but with patience you will start to find the missing pieces of your puzzle in places you never even thought to look.
At the end of the day, it’s not just about waiting for the other person to forgive you. It’s about forgiving yourself.