Your life is like a novel you write.
The choices you make are the alphabet used to write it. No matter how badly you think it’s going, you’re still writing and there’s still time for a happy ending. An ending that you’re writing. Don’t act like your fingers are dancing across the keys and you’re breathlessly waiting to see how it turns out. Type the words you want. It’s your book.
I’m a lot older than you and I’m just figuring that out.