Best case, fucking up and revisions.

I don't always see the good in everything, but I do have a talent at always seeing the potential. All of the potentials, the best and worst case, the likely and the far-flung. I live in a world of what-ifs. With each new person and each new experience, I play out where they could go, what they could lead to, all of the repercussions they might cause. And it might sound like something that would make me cautious and hesitant, scared for all of the bad things that might happen and the hurt that might be incurred. But that's only half of real potential. Because just like every choice, friend, promise, or move I make might turn out to be a mistake, they might not be. They might prove to be the best call I ever made.

I think it's a hell of a lot easier to deal with bad choices than to live with the regret of the ones you never made. Life is about learning, and learning comes in large part from fucking up and just trying not to fuck up in the same way again. People can tell you the fire's hot, but you never really know the heat until you feel it for yourself. I live in a world of what-ifs, but not out of second-guessing and careful planning. It's out of a love of all of the things that could be. There is no reason to do anything half-way, if it's a good decision you'll only realize a portion of it's benefit, if it's a bad one you'll be able to avoid that fact for a little longer, but at some point you'll have to admit it and deal with it. Better to start learning from it sooner than later.

Our important decisions, the ones that really shape who we are and what we do, they aren't things to be taken lightly, but neither are they things to avoid at all costs. They can be remade, altered and tweaked, they can be edited to fit what we need. But if you never put any letters on the page you'll never know what revisions need to be made.