Perhaps everyone carries a cemetery of unlived lives within them. Versions of themselves that existed only for a heartbeat before a single decision quietly buried them. Somewhere, in another version of the world, there's a person who chose differently. They boarded a different bus, replied to the message, stayed instead of leaving, left instead of staying, chose another university, trusted another person. They aren't real, yet somehow they feel familiar. A decision is the death of another possibility. Every choice is an introduction to one life and a goodbye to countless others. Choosing one road isn't simply about moving forward; it's about quietly closing the door on every path that could have been. Sometimes, life places us at a crossroads where neither road is wrong, yet neither comes without a cost. One asks us to choose ourselves. The other asks us to choose everyone else. So we sit there, drawing out every possibility in our heads. One life lets us keep the peace...
When I realized that writing isn't as hard as how our schools taught us it to be, I started a blog.