Never regret anything.
Not because everything was pleasant, correct and beautiful. No. Sometimes life leads a person as if it held not a plan, but a poker.
But misfortunes often happen for the good.
Not immediately. Not obviously. Not in such a way that a person, at the moment of impact, joyfully says: “Oh, what a beautiful blessing has just landed on the back of my head.”
Usually the meaning becomes visible later.
When the pain passes. When the unnecessary leaves. When what should long ago have collapsed finally collapses. When a person finally understands that he was not punished, but pulled out through a door he himself would never have opened.
And dreams sometimes fail to come true for the better.
Because a person often dreams not from depth, but from a wound, fear, envy, loneliness, or the desire to prove his worth to someone.
And then he wonders why the Most High did not hand him exactly the toy with which he was going to ruin himself.
Do not regret.
What left made room. What did not come may have protected you.
Sometimes mercy looks like loss. Sometimes rescue comes disguised as an unfulfilled dream...
