There is no escape.
We cover ourselves with gloomy clouds of unfulfilled dreams, desires and misunderstood emotions. We wait for the sun to clear the clouds, for tide of time to turn, for luck to change our fate but nothing happens except, aging.
Don't wait, grab the problems by its balls. Old age will happen, time will run out.
Shit and past are not meant to be treasured, but flushed. the longer it stays, the more it stinks.
Flush the past filled with regrets. Start all over. Death spared no one, it won't make an exception. Everyone feels messed up sometimes or other in their life, those who don't, haven't lived, only breathed air in an out.
If we learn to differentiate between breathing to survive and living to flourish, most problems would be solved.