Unfortunately, there are moments when you feel sad when you say those words. Those moments when you felt that there was something wrong at the back of your mind, yet you thought you were making it up. Then after a while, you found proof and your heart was broken. You felt betrayed and angry and stupid at the same time. You thought to yourself, "How could I have been so blind? I knew it already ever since a while ago, yet I was in denial."
There are also those moments when you could somehow feel that something bad would happen to someone you care about, yet you still hoped that things would turn out for the best. This is the type of moment when you don't want to say it or even think about it. You feel like you wanted to turn back time for that person's sake.
On the other hand, people make choices all the time and it's not your responsibility to shoulder the consequences of their choices. Sometimes you make choices you know you'll regret or choices that ask you for such a high price, yet you still take it. Only you yourself can decide whether to keep on walking on that particular road or not. Sometimes things change for the better even while you're walking still on that particular stretch of road, sometimes not.
Other times you change your attitude and perspective and you and your companion(s) make certain changes while you're on that particular road and that makes a HUGE difference. The air feels fresher and your burden feels lighter because of that. Other times you just need to get as far away from that road as possible and make a new start.
Some roads aren't as easy to get away from, as it involves many factors and people. As much as happiness is all in your mind, when you're stuck in a surrounding that makes it so hard for you to feel it, I suppose only God's grace is sufficient for you. Only His compassion and comfort would be enough to fill you up in exchange of sorrow and frustration.
And hopefully along the way there will come open doors of wonderful opportunities like a chest of treasure lying there or hidden somewhere behind the clump of bushes, waiting for you to pick...
