When I finished Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger a few weeks ago, I was stuck on what to read next. I had a list of books I wanted to read, but they were all lacking in the romance department. I wanted something with tons of love and heart-throbbing moments, so I did a little bit of digging. I asked a few of my friends if they could recommend a romance novel I might like, and one of them mentioned Me Before You by Jojo Mayes. Me Before You is about a girl, Louisa Clark, who is hired to take care of a man, Will Traynor, who was involved in an unfortunate accident and is now bounded to a wheelchair. Although Will is rude and cold, Louisa soon finds herself wanting to make him happy and sets off to show him that life is worth living. Throughout their adventures, the two slowly fall in love. I finished this book a few days after New Years, and I am currently reading its sequel.. I've thoroughly enjoyed it, and I can definitely see myself reading it again in the future.
This line stuck out to me because I have tons of regrets that haunt me. There are many things I've done in the past that I wish I hadn't. It doesn't matter how much time passes because I find them hard to forget, and it's hard for me to forgive myself.
Over a decade ago, I cut up a bracelet my aunt gave to me because I was frustrated at my mother for some little thing I don't remember anymore. I wanted to make her mad, and being the child I was, I thought the best way to get back at her was to ruin one of my bracelets. It was a cheap bracelet that was sent with many others like it, but I still feel remorse because I know that my aunt put a lot of thought into picking it out for me.
After reading the quote and looking back on my regrets, I suppose that the main reason I can't let go of them is because I can only look at the negative aspects. I never take the time to go back and look at the good that came from them. For example, after cutting up the bracelet, I felt an extreme amount of guilt and wanted to make it up to my mom and my aunt. In response to my desire to fix my mistakes, I started making jewelry. Day after day, I would sit at my little desk and make bracelets, necklaces, and rings for my family. I ended up liking jewelry creation, and it became a hobby. Eventually, my family members started joining me and it became something we did to pass time and bond with each other.
In a sense, my mistake wasn't really a mistake. It was an experience that caused me to feel terrible for a long time, but it's also a decision that holds value. By reflecting on this event, I've learned to forgive myself. I also relearned what people have always told me about mistakes: "good things can come from a bad decision." Although it's taken me a decade, I am ready to finally let go of my regrets.