You know I’ve messed up more times than most but I’m also super grateful for so many things. Without all of this mess would I really be able to see things compassionately? Without these failures, feelings of desperation and despair, understanding loneliness in a variety of formats; would I really be as understanding of others as I am. I have moments of anger or frustration, but I don’t condemn a person by their mistakes. Instead I try to understand why they are behaving as they are. I’m still very young to all of this and no-where near as patient as I want to one day be. But I’m trying and I know I want to be more empathetic to the journey and decisions of others.
Flickering Dedications. 