Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.
One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn’t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.
My best friend once said "this is a pretty morbid way of thinking about things but it’s pretty easy to forgive someone if you just consider how desperately you’d miss them if they died the very next day."
A sad thought, but you can’t say there isn’t at least a bit of truth to it.
If you really think about it, what is it that makes it so hard to tell someone you love them or you’re sorry or you forgive them or that you simply miss them? When it comes down to it, the only thing that’s really in the way is the issue of pride - a fear that you’ll (for whatever reason) look stupid, fear of rejection, or fear that the feelings won’t be reciprocated. Pride is such a seemingly simple concept that we can look past and overcome. And yet it really just isn’t that simple, is it?
Life is so short.
Why people are taken away so soon will never make sense. You can only hope that there aren’t things you wish you would’ve done or said if you had another chance. Take the chance when you can.
I’ll always be thankful for the time we’ve had together, and I’m at peace in knowing that God’s will is perfect. See you later.