All things are born into this world… and eventually they die. That is the pure and simple truth.
A path not chosen is the same as a path that never existed.
No matter how much we look back at the past, we never go back. We can not change what has already happened.
People like you walk a path thinking something you desire is waiting for you. I walk to confirm there is nothing there.
But then what is hope? That all of your wishes and all of your dreams come true? To have your prayers answered? To turn back time because things weren’t supposed to happen like that? Could you say with absolute certainty that you would not make the same mistake again? Who decided all this, and what’s been decided?