Burning bridges behind you is understandable. It's the bridges before us that we burn, not realizing we may need to cross, that brings regret.
I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring, what a year from now is going to be like. Hell, we may end up killing each other over something stupid next week. It’s a possibility. But all I do know is...
It's luck that one thing works out and one doesn't, it's sort of happenstance.
The real blessings come without our asking or even knowing what they are.