Remember this one, or even this one?
I wrote those entries four years ago1. Amazing how much they apply to the situation I’m in now. Except this time, I’m stronger because I know that I survived this once already. It’s sad that at the end, all my efforts turned into an attempt at making sure I wouldn’t regret anything by giving more of myself than I should have. Because when all that you’ve given makes no difference, and you have nothing left, you know for sure that there’s nothing else you can do. You can always say that you took the chance, and it doesn’t matter if you get hurt in the end, because often you can’t separate the two.
That’s the price you pay to look back without any regrets. That’s the price of moving on.
And I always pay it gladly.
- It’s quite a trip to see that I was mature or smart enough to figure this out back then. [↑]