On one of Reddit’s AMAs (60 year old redditors, what advice/tips would you share with someone half your age) today, I came across a really good piece of advice from a user who shared with us what his/her grandmother had passed on to him/her.
It doesn’t matter who you fall in love with, because it’ll always be the wrong person
Those words struck a chord with me. After all these months, I still wish he had realised this. That no one is perfect, there will be disappointments, and there are seasons of highs and lows. But it doesn’t matter anymore, I suppose.
Off to bed with runaway thoughts.