The Greatest Mistake of My Life

 

Someone left me behind. Before leaving, they used me however they pleased, and when they departed, tossed me away like used tissue paper into the dustbin.

Yes, the one who was everything in my life—today, they don't even remember me. Living is painful, but I feel no regret. Not a single moment from the past truly fills me with regret.

Why should there be regret? What taught me to recognize life—why should I regret that? Rather, it was a lesson for my entire lifetime. In our lives, isn't it through sorrow's disguise that true understanding comes?

Yes, I have learned whom to trust and whom not to trust. I have learned what friendship and loyalty truly mean.

Today I know how to catch someone when they lie. I also know how to understand a person's sincerity. Recognizing masks no longer troubles me. Even knowing everything, I can now smile quietly.

I understand very well now when to hold on, when to let go. When to be firm when necessary, when to be flexible. When to rise to meet time's demands—I know this too now.

I have passed through hell many, many times, returned from there wounded and bleeding, battered and torn. Living has been painful, yet I haven't ended.

Before it's too late, one must understand: no one in life is indispensable, no one is constant, nothing is inevitable except death. All this I understand very well now.

Yes, this is what life is. Living before death—that is life. Living each day—that is life. We truly don't know how many days remain before going to the grave! If we don't spend our days in our own way, don't live before dying, it matters to no one.

We weren't sent to this world with lives so cheap that we should destroy ourselves for someone else. Life's greatest mistake has given me life's most precious lesson.