Why We Do What We Do

A lot of people ask themselves why they do exactly what they do. Well, I think it's because we're just plaine idotic sometimes and just don't know what we're getting into. Not until the end, do you find out who will really stick by you and who will always be there to help you through a problem that you're having that they had a year ago. But then, at the end, we just have to ask ourselves "...why? Why did I fuck up like that?" You had no choice. You can't fully control urges that strong sometimes. We screw up and we can't change it. We make wrong decisions and can't get our original plan back. Even if we do, it would never be the same. Truth is... no one has that life... the life we all wish for and the life that never has any imperfections in it. A very smart person once told me perfection didn't exist. They were right. We can never make life perfect. That's life itself. An imperfection. We make the worst mistakes we can think about, regret them, then go back and do the same exact thing. After awhile, you just want to start life over again, just so you don't have to live the pain. We make mistakes. We have to learn that sometimes. We can't go back. We can only move on with our lives, trying to make the best out of it. So, that's what I'm going to strive for. Making the best of my life, even if I did mess up one too many times. I'm going to live.