Sometimes I wish that we could know for a fact that there was no going back,
that the paths we chose not to take, the rocks we didn't overturn
would remain shrouded in mystery forever, such that
those whispers of what could've been wouldn't be relevant.
It's a terrible habit to continuously look back at the choices you've made,
and wondered if it's the right one.
When all we really should do is be steadfast in our chosen direction, and work with the world we've nurtured for ourselves.
