Too little too much

I know so little and so much. I know enought to try and not say too much. I know I've said it all, yet wish I wouldn't had said it at all. I know the world won't stop spinning, yet there are those instances it feels it stopped and nothing seems to make sense. It's a fact we all aspire for a forever but how so long does forever last when all that has a beginning has an end and an ending is nothing more than a new beginning.
I know for a fact that I need air to live, but living isn't breathing...and I'm beginning to hate the saying "its not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away" Can it really be about the aww moments? No way. It can't. It's about those moments where you manage to breathe even when you feel you can't. You smile, despite having a million and one reasons not to. You go on, despite the feeling in your legs telling you that you can't go on.
I know now after so little and so much that its really not about the moments that take your breath away but the ones that don't let you breathe and make you face your shitt. You face, overcome it, learn from it and go on living with it. There are no such things as mistakes, but rather discoveries of how to go about doing things in different way, discoveries of ones strengths during your greatest weakest moments and finally lessons learnes from it all.