I started to believe that maybe in the end, not everything is that bad. If it is not ok, it is not the end.
Last week, I was upset, I felt wronged. I felt life is unfair. I was stuck. The past 3 weeks were like a rollercoaster and everything seemed out of my control. But one day, it hit me that maybe everything happening to me right now has its own purpose.
People change so that I can learn to let go, things go wrong so that I can appreciate them when they’re right, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Bad things do happen. how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.
When I accept the reality and the finality of a situation, it closes the chapter of the story and allows me to move on.
I don't regret being nice to people and trusting people. Life is hard enough, it does not have to be a battlefield. If it has to be, I never wanted to win. I just want to find peace.