Whether it’s good or bad, luck is the title given to something that is entirely self-made.
We make mistakes, we mess up, and we learn from it. Eventually, you have to face every single one of your problems, and the longer you run away, the harder it’ll hurt when it catches up with you.
The most enjoyable things in life are often a “mistake.” One too many drinks. The person that you just know you shouldn’t even talk to. Dropping everything to move to a new city. Taking a trip that you really can’t afford. Choosing a job that you love that pays less. Often, the “unwise” decision is the one that leads to more fun.
The Restriction: If you need to place restriction on someone in your life, something is wrong.
I tried my best, and humbly, I think I had some real talent.
There’s seven billion people on this planet and the only way I hurt them is to impose my own choices on them. The only way I hurt ME is to impose my choices on others.
I like some of my mistakes discolored, disdainful, and completely devoid of moral implications, thank you very much.
It’s not in order, but they’re there.
We’ve done it over and over. We trust someone too easily, and are led to believe that each time we do, we are somehow veering away from committing the same mistakes.
I woke up in jail with cuts and bruises all over my face and charges of assaulting two police officers.