I am bundle of mistakes, sweet and sour, arising out of my follies. My follies are dear to me, they helped me grow, mature, and transpire into a kind-hearted, clear minded, passionate individual, with the guts to own what I scatter. Making me stronger with every bouldered step, courageous enough to face the consequences, notwithstanding the pain and playing the victim. My mistakes taught me to put up a fight and not surrender, experiencing life and not letting go, halting only to either rectify or drop, as I move. There is no stopping for me. It is a journey, my own, being my own master and apprentice, learning and unlearning, as I crease out the sorrow. It is a never ending process, nurtured by mistakes, as life stealthily seeps down my fist.