Perchance someone is reading this
The truth is, the one you meet is never the one you wanted to meet in the first place.
This thought keeps recurring within me. These days, no less because of the approach of my birthday, I begin to wonder what fate has in store for me, or whether there is anything for me at all. But instead of falling into that melancholic fit again, I start to think that perhaps it is because I am not desparate now. In fact I am feeling quite content and happy. I even feel fortunate not to have chosen otherwise. It is now inconceivable for me to go against my own nature for the sake of someone or something unworthy of me. Obviously I have become a much happier person, more than I would have imagined myself ever capable of.