It’s Never Too Late — They Say

It’s never too late to start over, that’s what people say, and what I keep reading everywhere. But realistically speaking, it’s not as easy as it looks.

You have to analyze it all, revise it a hundred times, weigh the pros and cons, recheck everything, ask around, negotiate, make sure you have enough to cover your expenses, and keep asking professionals, or at least those who have done it before.

Or you can do it like me—just jump into it and lament it while you are trying to survive it.

But we are different, and we make decisions based on what we believe is good or not for us. It’s a game of Tetris, if you ask me, trying to place the right pieces in the right places to keep the tower straight and avoid any shaking.

I will tell you to do what you please, but be careful who you ask for help.

Nowadays, we are using AI to guide us, to advise us, as if it had the experience to know what is good for us. I read it all the time. Lately, I came across the story of a devastated woman who was being “calibrated” by an AI—the boyfriend listing everything she was good at and everything that didn’t make sense to him, like that episode from Friends, when Ross writes at the end of the list that Rachel was “just a waitress.” That kind of list.

So no, an AI will never be able to give you advice on how to live your life, or what decisions to make, even if you spend the time telling it your whole story. It’s a machine, after all, and it could never understand human behavior—what hurts us and what we can live without.

So don’t blind yourself into thinking that it could, because it’s not possible.

But that is an entire topic that needs to be discussed, and I will come back to it in another piece.

For now, let’s stay with humanity.

Since the beginning of time, we have moved, relocated, gained territory, lost it, invaded, taken over, been brought down—you know what I’m saying.

So moving is not the issue.

And I wish it were as easy as I always imagine it to be—if there were no borders, no frontiers, just the freedom to live wherever you want.

But again, we face uncertainty. Immigration issues. Permits. Visas. All that madness that, in your head, seems simple, but in reality is not.

What makes me laugh are those who actually can move, who have the means, and still stay where they are because they are too scared to swim in uncertain waters.

What’s the point of living a life that you are not happy with? That I will never understand.

But again, this is what we do. We conquer, we get conquered, we survive, we adjust—as if it were something we must do to keep going.

If only… right?

If only things were easier. If only everyone could be as happy as the next person still trying to figure out how to write about life.

Is it just me, or is anyone else out there thinking all this?

“The time is now,” they say.
“It’s never too late,” they shout.
“As long as you are alive, you can do it.”

As if it were as easy as closing a door.

And maybe it is.

Maybe it’s all up to you.

But regret what you didn’t have the courage to do, because the day will come when you have to say goodbye to what you know as life.

And I want you to wave with a smile on your lips, because you did it all—not great, not amazing—but you did it.

And that is what life is for.