Mistakes were made

I often think this is like the purgatory, the place we all go for our mistakes, our wrong doings. It does feel like a something out nothing kinda deal, a something that is still nothing. The daily hardships, trials and tribulations of living here. Should have stayed nothing. Then it began and bad things started happening. My hope is hope itself. I hope there are things that we can imagine that live only in our imagination. I hope it's not too late to live new experiences. I hope to think about everything is not to have lived it all. I hope there's still hope.