We live one life, and we always have so many choices. Choices that branch out our life into directions we never expect, but always try to imagine.
And no matter which path we take, no matter how beautiful, surprising or eventful our path and journey was, we will always think about the path we didn't take. The path we can't take any more.
That's part of the reason to why we feel that way. We're curious beings, and now we can never know what might have or could have happened if we did things slightly differently.
A part of us yearns for that, and imagines an alternate version of reality we could have been in right now that only exists in our heads and no where else.
Yet it feels so real, doesn't it?
