The paths we didn’t choose are a lot like dreams.
They float in an ether unknown to us,
carrying us down a path of regret.
Each dream only makes sense in the reality in which we did not choose it.
If we had choosen them, they would no longer be a dream.
It is important, however, to not lose ourselves in the past.
The past is a dream that never ends.
It remains ever present, remanants buried in our minds.
Inspired by: In This Corner of the World
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