What I Went Through, Happened. Who I Was, Existed

What I went through, happened. Who I was, existed. I needed my past and I needed my mistakes to get me Where I am now.

My mistakes defined me More and A better stronger me each time. And now as I look back at them, I smile ?

The FEAR of being nothing, achieving nothing and becoming nothing should be way bigger than the fear of making mistakes. Isn’t it?