One day, you will be grateful to the person who left; it was their departure that allowed you to find yourself.
We can never truly know what we desire because we live only once; we can neither compare it to a past life Nor correct it in a future one. There is no way to test which choice is better, for there is no comparison. Everything is experienced in the moment, only once, and cannot be rehearsed.
To live in truth is to neither deceive oneself nor others, unless one is completely isolated. Once there is a witness to our actions, whether we wish it or not, we must adapt to the gaze of onlookers, and then nothing we do is truly authentic. To live in the presence of others and consider the public is to live in a lie.
The first betrayal is irreversible. It triggers more betrayals, like a chain reaction, repeatedly distancing us from that initial betrayal.
If eternal recurrence is the heaviest burden, then in this context, our life can be revealed in all its brilliant lightness.
Beauty is the abandoned world. Only when the persecutor has forgotten it in some corner can we encounter it unexpectedly.