Everything tells me that I'm about to make a wrong decision (I don't know sooner or later), but making mistake is just a part of life. Perhaps I didn't have the courage to say 'yes' to life?
I made my first mistake when I was thirteen years old and by that time I have realised that sometimes you get no second chance and that it's best to accept the gifts the world offers you. of course it's risky, but is the risk any greater than having such a great regret later in life? If I must be faithful to someone or something, then I have, first of all, to be faithful to myself. The little experience of life I have had has taught me that no one owns anything, that everything is an illusion and that applies to material as well as spiritual things.
Anyone who has lost something they taught was theirs forever (as has happened quite often enough to me already) finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing quite belongs to me, then there's no point wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine; it;s best to live as if today were the first (or last) day of my life.
Till then!