"Maybe in another life" is a lovely thought, soft and distant like a dream we hold onto when things don't go the way we hoped. But love, this is the life that chose us, not perfect, not planned, yet deeply, stubbornly real. We don't get to skip the hard chapters or return to rewrite the ones that hurt, we can only keep turning the page, learning as we go, feeling everything as it comes. There is no hidden path to what could have been, only this road beneath our feet, this breath in our lungs, this ordinary day quietly asking us to notice it. So keep walking, keep loving, keep trying even when you are unsure, because life is not waiting somewhere else, it is growing here, in the small acts of courage, in the moments we stay instead of giving up, in the way we choose to bloom despite the shadows. Yes, maybe in another life we had fewer scars and more answers but in this life, we have meaning and sometimes that's the most beautiful kind of forever.