Falling Into Traps

I have a lot of flaws, like my tendency to fall into traps. People are supposed to have the ability to learn from experience, but sometimes I just skip the learning part and dive straight into the next trap. When I sit down to reflect after the pain, I think maybe I shouldn’t fall into triangular traps anymore. So next time, I fall into a square one instead. My life has been full of “love that couldn’t be.”

Maybe a wise person would say that on one hand, I should work on improving myself to avoid falling into the same traps, and on the other hand, maybe I should just stop falling into traps altogether—walk around them when I see one. But if I stopped falling into traps, would I still be me?

Can I find happiness even while falling into traps? Maybe in an ideal utopia, a perfectly round version of me would finally stop falling into round pits—like a manhole cover that fits snugly over its hole.