We all want to go back to get to a point on the meter where
me might do over what we did before, not always because we made mistakes (as we
inevitably did), but because we might do what we did back then better, and preserve
who we were, are or intended to be, each choice we’ve made changes us, steers
us in a new direction, to a place we may not have wanted to go, but went to
anywhere, then left us to wonder what might have happened, who we might have become,
if we had turned right instead of left, or three times, picked ourselves up off
the floor, dusted ourselves off, and staggered on, not to look back until it
was impossible to go back.
Who might we have become if we had not pushed on, would we
be better or worse, or merely different? Would we really want to change
anything if we could, not knowing who we might become if we did, better or
worse, not the person we are today, knowing now how we ended up, good or bad or
different.
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