I never learn. I just continually recycle thoughts. It's just a game of big words with the thesaurus on my lap. And, heck! Do I think I'm the only aspiring writer? Breaking my hand over words that could be so useless to another individual? I mean, I'm stuck in this stupid little bubble of my reality, my life and my everything-- I never see the big picture. The world in all. But, I have to face that I am incapable of knowing beyond my corners. That every self-created problem I make for myself is only a problem taken for granted and used in the wrong way. And maybe every mistake is a new beginning.