Don't look back, the best is yet to come.
Clutching your phone like a grenade in the middle of the night, opening and closing pinned names, typing half a screen of text only to delete it all. How many of us have acted out this "midnight emo solo," scrolling through someone's social media like a seasoned archaeologist, going to great lengths just to bump into them—purely a struggle against ourselves.
While you're putting on this heart-wrenching performance, they might already be blocked and sound asleep.
Reality is often more dramatic than any TV series. The person who once got themselves covered in soot to cook you a bowl of hot porridge might now be happily peeling crayfish for someone else; the person who used to sleep with their phone in hand, afraid of missing a message, is now on silent, sleeping like a log.
It's like forcing yourself to drink milk tea that's been sitting in the fridge for six months—what does it prove besides making five trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night? It's a waste of money to suffer; you might as well just throw it in the trash, buy yourself an iced Americano, and feel refreshed—how refreshing!
Life is full of these kinds of frustrating things. Some people are like those buses you miss; the doors slam shut, they're gone in a cloud of dust, and you chase after them until your shoes fly off, but all you get is a spectacle for the elderly folks on the sidelines.
Smart people know that it's better to calmly take out your phone, hail a taxi, sit comfortably, and maybe even get to your stop before that beat-up bus. If you ask me, every person who leaves is God clearing your memory, uninstalling those useless "junk apps" that take up space, so your life system can run more smoothly.
Life won't stop for you just because you're crying; the earth keeps turning, the sun keeps rising. Look at those who live beautifully; after a breakup, none of them wallow in self-pity or suffer in silence. They immediately enroll in a yoga class, channeling all their heartache into splits and stretches; or they go out for hot pot alone, ordering only their favorites like tripe, duck intestines, and beef rolls, enjoying a satisfying meal.
They've spent all the time they used to spend arguing, giving each other the silent treatment, and agonizing over things on becoming more beautiful and making money. When you're busy counting your money, busy taking care of yourself, busy checking out restaurants with friends, and then look back at those things that once caused you so much pain, it's like a childhood fall—the scars have faded, and you can barely remember the pain.
In this life, don't dwell on the past. Whether good or bad, the past is gone, like clouds in the sky. Let it go, like holding in a fart for ages—once it's released, you feel relieved. When fate runs its course, wave goodbye gracefully. Don't cling to them like a leech, losing face and making yourself miserable.
Unburden yourself, and the road ahead will immediately widen. Just stand tall, stride forward, and remember that those missed opportunities and misplaced affections are simply making way for the right person.
Believe that your true "fated one" is waiting for you at the next crossroads, holding their number.