That you can look back fondly or even wistfully on pieces of your life and hound yourself with endless what-ifs, but nothing will change. The present will still be the present. The future will still unfold as it's meant to.

You have to know... What you have to know in all of this, through all of this, is that no matter how lost you are in this maze of hell and confusion, that in the end, I promise you, you will be found.

I press my eyes shut and will the thoughts away. But they refuse to comply, and instead, they lodge themselves in the crevasses of my brain, poking out just enough that I know they're still with me, like a tiny splinter in your baby toe that gnaws away at you with every step you take.

I might have felt broken, but at the end of it all, I didn't allow myself to break.

There's no time to hold grudges when you've seen how fragile things can really be.

Eventually kids become grown-ups too, and from there, the world is whatever they choose to make of it.

There's always more than one path, and to think otherwise is what resigns you to fate.