It’s like there is no one who chooses the right thing before getting fucked up a couple of times.
It means we first come strong.
Then we break.
Then we break.
Then we break.
Then we become a weak fucked up person who is finally accepting.
Then it’s the time you face people who hasn’t been broken yet. They push you away and you see what’s happening but there’s nothing you can do, because they have to experience it themselves.
Maybe we shouldn’t worry, cause there’s nothing that time can not heal.