We’re in a maze. But if we walk into a dead end, what we don’t do is conclude, “Fuck! We’ve failed!” and have a breakdown.

No, we turn around, back out, and take what looks like the next best turn from there.

It’s a maze. We’re trying to move through. We’re trying to chase what seems beautiful. But there is no end: the maze is infinite. All that exists at any point is us, our choice of what to do next, and nothing else.

We can’t know the future, so regret is inevitable— but we can at least minimize the regret we do experience later.

It doesn’t matter where we are, but what we do next. Relax and take the next best turn.