If I were to try to find “value” in “mistakes” (again, a goal that I instinctively find suspect), the only one that has ever made sense to me is the fact that you might eventually be able to talk to someone else who thinks they’ve made their life worthless — that their human selfishness or stupidity is unprecedented in the history of the world — and say, well, look, I did that too, and I’m still here.
cruel optimism new year
rayne fisher-quann