Sometimes, living is the hardest thing to do. Not living is easy. There are so many ways to do it: fear, hiding, guilt, addiction, mauvaise foi. Life spent in these is a life not lived. They eat out you from inside until you are a hollow puppet, a mask without a face. Just look at us. We are afraid of living, because it can get painful, but this pain is a sign that you are alive. And if you can feel pain, you can also feel happiness and joy. But if you run away from living, you'll become numb, capable of neither. Don't hide behind your mistakes, don't live in the fear of loss, don't dwell in the terror of the past, don't nurture your guilt until it suffocates you and the people around you, don't let others decide what you want with your life.
Live. It may be the bravest thing you would ever do.