
"Devia ter aceitado aquela proposta em Curitiba. Aqui em SP o trânsito tá me matando, não vejo minha filha crescer. Chego em casa ela já tá dormindo."
Time lost in transit is the thief of fatherhood; cherish the weekend mornings.
São Paulo é isso aí mesmo, uma máquina de moer gente. Tenta home office?
En varm og trygg vei bort fra selvskam mot inner fred. Lær å stille den hårde inner kritikken til ro, forstå omstendighetene rundt dine gamle feil, og gradvis bygge opp tillit til deg selv.
Å forstå de ulike kategoriene av anger kan hjelpe oss å bearbeide dem mer effektivt og omdanne smertefulle minner til kraftfulle lærdommer.
Anger sees vanligvis på som en negativ emosjon, men psykologer mener at det kan være vårt kraftigste verktøy for personlig vekst.

"I wish I just went for it instead of choosing to do another thing. I felt like what happened was such a wasted opportunity. I initially wanted to be a part of a specific org, and I had a specific position in mind for it. When it was election day, I was elected for a position I had the year before but I rejected it because I wanted a different position. Turns out, the position I wanted was removed and it was somehow given to the position I rejected, I REGRET NOT STANDING UP AT THE TIME BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL I HAD TO DO. I should've just taken it instead of taking a blind turn. I am now haunted by my stupidity and it keeps going to my mind and I can't stop thinking about it no matter how much I try to. It bothers me so much, because there is now a lot of opportunity I am not going to get because I wasn't able to get what I wanted. And I never wanted to be in this position. I only wanted to get the other thing but now I can't because my friend is the elected officer for that position and I cant change this anymore not unless some miracle happens"
It sounds like a tough lesson you learned the hard way. The regret is a reminder of the choices we make.

"wish u was back alive homie rest easy my nga 🕊️🕊️ fly high daquan"
It's clear you're still thinking about him and missing him a lot.

"To my dearest old friend. I wish I could see your face one more time to apologize for everything I've done, your face still lingers in the cracks of my thoughts, but the more I think about it, the more I forget your face, all I want to do is apologize, I should have listened to you. But I didn't, and that's why I'm here now."
It's painful to think about what could've been, especially when memories start to fade.