Maybe I am just fumbling around here in Sweden. Sometimes I feel like a 3-year-old playing adult. Heck, I know less Swedish than the average 3-year-old here. But everything still turns out some-form-of-right eventually. I get to eat, I get to sleep, I haven't committed any crimes, haven't offended anyone enough to get punched or otherwise mistreated (I think..).
Life is trying to teach me a very important lesson here. That sometimes things go wrong, sometimes we make people upset, sometimes we get upset, but as long as we pick ourselves up, learn our lessons and move on, life goes on and things somehow will get some-sort-of-done. But, if we ever give up on ourselves, give up on the world, curl up in a corner and just wait to die, then die we will.
