sometimes when i look into the sky and realize our mistakes, i want to scream with joy. every day, every moment, leading to the next. forever grateful for the mistakes that brought us here and forever waiting for the ones that will bid us our leave. the mistakes of those who knew nothing better, and yet continued after their life falls from their own meaning, not giving up even though it would feel so much better. is it not our purpose to continue after we have nothing left to continue for, as it is the future itself and not the meaning we have assigned to our lives? we continue, forever, because that is all there is to do. we continue, forever, because that is what we know. we continue, forever, because the only other choice is to stop, and to stop is to admit defeat, admit that you are not enough, admit that you are worthless, admit that your life has no meaning. but we will not be defeated, we are forever enough, we are worthy, and we are the meaning. the only reason that we are here is to continue. to continue to live, and thrive, and die. to continue to help, and love, and cry. we continue so that the road after us is slightly better. we continue because we are amazing, and unique, and lovable, and worth more than the universe itself.