Imagine I had done things differently, how many other things would I have missed out on, even things that perhaps went sour in the end after all?

You know, I suppose that’s where the whole “happiness is a choice” saying comes from. When people think about reconsidering their lives, they often leave that particular thought until the end, then use it to either justify their choices (and as an excuse to stop thinking) or as the beginning of a full-on thought experiment. More often the prior than the later, I should imagine.

But, alas, you’re right. What would we have missed on should the choices we ended up making not have been made? It’s easier to think that the grass would really have been greener. But what if indeed this was the best possible outcome (or, for that matter, the most likely)? Is there such a thing?

Forgive me if my reply isn’t as extensive as your write-up, though, but I think I’d just be mortified to know what I’d have to do or what the results would be.

An existentialist Angst is already part of the decisions I make today. I couldn’t begin imagining how I’d feel carrying the responsibility of making them all over again, knowing how they’d pan out.

So, unlikely as it is of course, this may well be the second time around, but whether I’m doing the same as I did the first time, I couldn’t possibly tell. Maybe, maybe not.

I’m okay with that. And while a lot of things happened that I’m not happy with, I’m happy with how they turned out. Imagine I had done things differently, how many other things would I have missed out on, even things that perhaps went sour in the end after all? But even then: so what?

No, to be honest: I’m glad I don’t know squat. Groping around life, trying things out as you go, is cool. And it’s easy. I can’t blame anyone, or myself, for the mistakes I make. It’s actually quite comforting. I’ll just do as I do and try to enjoy it.

See? There’s something lurking around the corner already!

I wonder what it’ll be…