
What if... ?
Those are very powerful words, my friend. Powerful, but useless words. You can spend a lifetime thinking about all the other lifetimes you could have had. You can picture all those decisions you made along your life, and imagine all the perfect outcomes. You can play with the infinite alternative timelines, changing the no’s for yes, the cries for laughs, all the sorrow for joy.
But it wouldn't be real. Real life, such as it is, has as much golden shiny days as rainy-stormy-and-crappy days. It's a balance that surrounds us, helps us and protects us.
Yes, you think of that cute little blonde girl you never saw again, I know. You see her pictures, her smile, her blue eyes, her golden hair waving as the breeze of the sea makes her smile... and you think to yourself "what if I had fight for her just a little more? Instead of just carelessly losing her to the oblivion of passing years... Would we be together now? Happy, married, a house full of blonde and perfect children?"
The answer is: No.
As much as I believe in a free-will-empowered humanity, owner of its destiny and future, I must say I'm tempted to believe in fate. Sometimes life leaves me no choice but to believe in it. Carefully weaving our days and our futures, like a loving mother taking care of the future of her offspring as they sleep ignoring all the dangers she saved them from.
What I want to say is that even though I like to feel in control of my actions and their reactions, there's a big part that I can't control. And I can't because it's already written. Who's the author and where it's written I have no idea. And why would you care?
Seeing the world this way saves you so many troubles, my friend. So what about that cute girl you took for just a coffee, a walk by the beach holding hands and you never saw again? Well, that was it. You were meant to have her just that afternoon, so treasure that moment. But move on. She moved on, why can't you? Someone wise once told me that life's just one. History is just one. There aren't many stories to be told about your life, neither various lives for you to live... there's only one. Don't mortify yourself trying to think what you should've done, because what you did it's exactly what you should've done. As simple as that.
Remember that happiness is not a destination. It's more like a road; you must enjoy each and every step you take through it.

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