Tomorrow…Today… Whatever

Every day that passes by I want to be better.

I want to be useful.

I want to be happy.

I want to be productive.

I want to be needed.

I want to be wanted.

And yet every day I am merely a fresh disappointment, lying down at the ebd of the day, starils aware of all the ways I’ve failed that day.

And yet I forget to give myself credit for all the ways I didn’t fail. They don’t matter, because what would be best is if I failed less.

Of course they matter, you say, but do you really mean that?

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