My life is such a roller coaster.

I make a lot of mistakes, I'm well aware of that. I try really hard to make up for them though.

I'm only 24, I think it's better to make mistakes now, rather than later.

Sometimes the mistakes blossom into something really beautiful anyway. Sometimes it's better not to look at them as mistakes at all, but rather as fates.

Sometimes they're born out of my own brash actions and there is no way to look at them other than as something I did, foolishly, and own the consequences. Even if that means loss and heartache.

I try to make up for those sort of mistakes. But it's not always easy. You can try the best you can, and the best you can is good enough. Sometimes I think it's better not to claim responsibility for a good deed. Let it go under the radar. It might be appreciated more that way.

Sometimes I think that I think too much.

More poetry in the next few days. And a short excerpt from one of the novella's I'm working on.