The number of mistakes I've made in my life are uncountable.
From the small ones like dropping a triple decker ice cream cone on the ground. To the bigs ones like really truly messing my life up for years on end.
Some drugs weren't meant to be used. Some people weren't meant to be slept with. Some jobs just don't need doing. And some friends really aren't friends at all, are they?
But here's the question: are they really mistakes?
Would I be here today if I hadn't royally messed up my life for years on end?
Would I have moved to Ecuador where I met the love of my life if I hadn't had so many messed up relationships all in a row?