The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference. So much hanging on just these things, tiny increments that together build a life. Like words build a story, and what had Ted said? One word can change the entire world.
You're not a sucker. You're just nice. You give people the benefit of the doubt.
The truth about forever is that it is happening right now.
We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.
Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.