I have believed that with logic, I would be able to unlock every door through life.
I have believed that taking a step carefully, I would never fall.
I have believed that if I fall, learning more would prevent me from falling again
I have believed that with patience, everything can be managed and controlled.
They proved me wrong.
They said, life is too complicated to always be understood.
And apparently nothing is certain enough to be applied by the same theory.
I have found myself trying to track the pattern of uncertainty.
I might die with Macbeth’s flaws.