What if I had played it safer, would I have been all I could be? What if I had played it chancier, would I have been all I could be?
What if I had learned to make decisions earlier in life, if I had made better choices in the beginning…would I be happier?
What if when I lost I hadn’t lost the lesson so much?
What if when I look back I could actually enjoy it a second time around?
What if I could just look forward instead of always glancing backwards…what if, what if, what if…?
I worry if I look back one more time at the complications that follow me, at least in my head, I’ll turn to a pillar of salt. My head spins forwards and backwards a lot these days. Maybe I should watch The Exorcist and take a few pointers, or wait…did that really have any kind of good ending?