Farewell, Kurt. Sometimes walking away is the only choice.
I used to spend hours and hours, which stretched to days and months and years on a weightlifting board: time I couldn't help but view as wasted, except that I met my fiancée there. When she died, I took to a pursuit of spirituality and spiritualism to try and make sense of it, while passed-over loved ones repeatedly told me that it was meant to be. Had I not gone onto chat boards to fritter away a few years, I'd not be the person I am now and likely still living the same living death which took me to frittering away time on the boards.
As CFTraveller posted, when life shows you a new path, you'll be where you need to be to accept the path. We can't see the future, we can only be open to its invitations.
I used to spend hours and hours, which stretched to days and months and years on a weightlifting board: time I couldn't help but view as wasted, except that I met my fiancée there. When she died, I took to a pursuit of spirituality and spiritualism to try and make sense of it, while passed-over loved ones repeatedly told me that it was meant to be. Had I not gone onto chat boards to fritter away a few years, I'd not be the person I am now and likely still living the same living death which took me to frittering away time on the boards.
As CFTraveller posted, when life shows you a new path, you'll be where you need to be to accept the path. We can't see the future, we can only be open to its invitations.