Life altering choices are unforeseeable until they’ve been made. A boy joins the Army or a couple gets pregnant. It isn’t until that man comes home an arm short and with a brain full of murder, after it’s all too late, that he can see what horrible mistakes he’s made. I haven’t joined any army, but my brain is all too uncomfortably full of regret and purturbed intrigue into who I should have been, or who I am.
Now my only wonder is, who is going through this with me and how many people live entire lives without? And which is better is ultimately the big question.