I have been known to make mistakes

Whenever I'm facing something as cripplingly disheartening as my own face in the mirror of hindsight it's a rarity for me to find any really Earth-shattering revelations in those banishing and hateful glances.

But now the glance is the action.
The bullet fired by my own gun injuring me only peripherally but leaving me with the daunting knowledge that I pulled the trigger in the first place.

And like all wounds, self-inflicted or otherwise, the healing is by no means simple or without suffering.

But it is still ultimately temporary.