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There will be times in your life where you feel beaten, hurt, confused, broken. You will have said things you wish you wouldn't have said, you'll have done things you wish you hadn't done, you have wished you could turn back time and somehow make things better. You will meet people in your life that these instances occur with, and you'll feel more lost than anything else in the world. I tend to beat myself up over things that "could have been," "might have been" and things that "should have been." I ask myself why, and I never get a right answer. The truth is if you start asking yourself why, you'll make yourself crazy. I've been there, I am there, and I think you might be somewhere in there too. I don't know where I'll be next week. I don't know the type of people that I'll have met and what we've done, but I will remember the person. Each person has the mere ability to impact my life(or even yours). I am blessed to know good people. People I've hurt, people I've let down, people I have grown with, people I have lost with. I am not a perfect person, nor will I ever be. I'm okay with that. One day, maybe not today, but one day I will be content with the hurt, confused, broken. One day I will look back and think to myself, "I am so blessed to have had each trial I have had to survive through." I leave you with a question. Will you?

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  1. yes. i do look back and know that even the mistakes i made have molded me into who I am. Since I am happy with my life and where I am today I'm ok with that. Am I happy I made mistakes? No. Do I condone making mistakes? No. But mistakes are an inherent part of this journey on earth and the key is how you react to them, what you learn from them and how you put that lesson into play in your life. You have a clear head and an "old soul" (like me i am told lol) Never go to sleep without going over your day and learning your lesson for the day. Dont dwell on your mistakes but do take a moment to learn from them and then apply it. I Love you terribly. I am so proud to know you and be a small part of your life. Those who are a bigger part are certainly lucky.

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