"Someday everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason." Even if someday it doesn't make perfect sense, it happened for a reason.
Sometimes the "I would love to: see that person, do that course, get that body I really want, spend time by the ocean or out in nature, travel to that picture postcard place etc" . Becomes a distant memory. How sad is that? How sad it is to substitute