I can't say that I ever claimed to know the meaning of life or if there even is one. I haven't and I'm not so naïve as to ever fall into the kind of foolishness required to make that kind of claim. That isn't to say that I'm not foolish in some way or another though. I think that maybe everyone is. In some way. I'm young and I have already made peace with the knowledge that regardless of how old I manage to get, I'll continue doing foolish things for foolish reasons. I don't expect that to change. I can make plenty of mistakes and try and learn from them as best I can, but at the end of the day, when the sun begins to set and the night prepares to drop her veil, I'll still have a good many mistakes that I never could seem to learn anything from. A lot of fuck ups I can never hope to rectify no matter how badly I would like to do so. And I'm okay with that. At least as okay as someone could be with something like that.
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