Is it ok to enjoy my mistakes? I will learn from them, of course, but isn’t that the reason they happen?
Why are mistakes so frowned upon and shunned?
Maybe my story is different.
You want your story to be different.
Maybe a drug-free life is worthwhile after all.
You’re writing this because you’re scared of having hope.
You fear being happy.
You believe you’re not worthy of being happy.
You’re your own enemy.
Do I deserve to feel good even when I’m a failure?
You’re too worried about the “what ifs” and “what will happen” that you end up killing the present.
The present is all there is and all you’ll ever have.
Stay present. Stay here.
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