thank you
for my failures
how else would I know
who I am
and just what
I was made of
thank you
for my failures
how else would I know
who I am
and just what
I was made of
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Perfect said-written truth.
I do learn a lot reading you, the way you write that is and obviously most of what the topic is about.
Thank you, Charly. That’s kind of you to say.
Mr. zdunno, is not out of kindness, you can believe that, it´s more out off selfishness. I read you I learn.
Thank you again, Charly. And I’m glad I help you.
Len,
You hit the nail on the head. Small wonder I have so many painful thumb bruises!
Thank you, Michael, but thumb bruises mean you have been building things so they are well worth it.
Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while. I have moved from Melbourne to Ballarat and it was quite a wrench and took up a bit of my time. But I always look at your posts and I wish I could have met and married some of those ladies who are always there in the shadows of your posts. In fact we would probably fought over some of them.
I haven’t been as active here lately ever since resigning from the university and taking a job with the Turkish government. Training staff in one of the ministries. Have to commute now to Ankara and spend 4 days there, then 3 days back home in Istanbul. But the job looks potentially to be the best experience yet. Hope things are fine with you. And I prefer to think the women would have fought over us.
I suppose in reality you are thanking your old self for making way for your improvements. Excellent!
One could say that even though one’s old self could not see one’s future self.
I am sure one’s old self was looking for hope which is futuristic. ❤
Wouldn’t it be the shits to be born perfect?
As my mother used to say: “If we were perfect, we’d be in heaven.”
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