As plans turn sour in less than a quarter of a mile and unraveling all the same, I smile.
It seems like I am constantly faced with frustrations that need not be so.
I am a genius when it comes to freaking myself out and so eager to jump overboard.
My quest is to take refuge in something greater than I; a sort of stronghold I’d imagine.
I am continually overwhelmed by my poor decisions, but I see their value at times.
In seeing my flaws and acknowledging their existence, I have just taken a step forward.