Often I wonder what would happen if I were to do the same, but in a different way. I then realize that
in order to make a different choice, I would have to begin at the same starting point. And then it hits me
that going back to the same starting point is much harder than trying something new.

In the end, one exists only once.
And,
There is always only one choice.
Also
(I suspect) there is always a connection between any two things. And it never is as if they have nothing to do with each other.