Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.
I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be ‘happy.’
I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible,
to be compassionate. It is, above all, to matter and to count,
to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.