There are versions of our lives that exist only in the space of almost. The job we nearly took. The city we almost moved to. The love we hesitated to pursue. These lives do not belong to us, yet they linger in the background, shadows of what could have been. It is tempting to wonder about them. To trace the outlines of choices left unmade. Would we be happier? Would we be different? Would we recognize the person we might have become? But the truth is, we can never live every version of ourselves. For every door we walk through, there are others that remain closed. And maybe that is not a loss, but a quiet kind of grace because the life we are living now is the only one unfolding in real time. Perhaps the lives that almost happened are not meant to haunt us, but to remind us that we are always standing at the edge of possibility. That even now, in this moment, there are paths ahead we cannot yet see.And maybe, one day, we’ll look back and realize the life we stepped into was the right one all along.
I believe the life we have lived is the only life we could have lived — including our choices, whether we once thought them right or wrong.
With time, we realize there were no right or wrong choices; they were simply meant to be.
This is the essence of the philosophy of human life.