If you could do it all again, if you could go back and relive everything, would you? Would you risk trying to change something and making everything else fall apart? Would you destroy everything that makes you, you just to be someone else? Could you live with the consequences and guilt of destroying yourself just to be a total stranger to yourself and everyone around you? The choices you make, the roads you take will always be burned into the past, frozen in time but you don't have to. You can spend your whole life looking back or you can look ahead of you and make life new. What will you chose? Were will you go? What have I chosen? Were have I gone? What is it all for? There is no such thing as perfect and no one has an easy life. There is never nothing, constantly something, and always everything. This is life. Get use to it.
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