There are many things in my life I thought I wanted but later I am grateful for not getting them.
I think I know what’s best for me but I truly do not.
I think I know what’s best for other people but I truly do not.
The only thing I know is my own life and what I have gone through. Life makes sense when I look back but life only moves foreword.
I know the actions I take, the thoughts I think, the emotions I feel and my experience of the world around me.
I cannot speak to other people’s experience and what they should or should not do. I can relate to their problems and put myself in their situation and speak from that perspective. I know everyone is different and will come to different conclusions and take different actions.
The same goes for when I ask other people advice. They are speaking from their experiences and give advice from their point of view and not mine.
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