I have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.
All your life spent getting ready for the next thing. I climbed a lot of hills now. I crossed a lot of rivers. Crossed the sea even, left everything I knew and came to Styria. But there I was, waiting for me at the docks when I got off the boat, same man, same life. Next valley ainβt no different from this one. No better anyway. Reckon Iβve learned β¦ just to stick in the place Iβm at. Just to be the man I am.