Alternate

I shared a podcast with a friend and told him the person reminded me of him. A version of him if instead of becomming more religious and settling down, he had kept smoking weed and went to live in the Amazon.

I used to be plagued by potential alternate realities. Listening to the podcast reminded me that I used to want to become a marine biologist and that I was facinated by nature as a kid. Now I'm scared of it and keep it either outside and away or dead. I don't even like feeling fish on my feet in the ocean.

I wonder what those alternate realities are. How real they are and how much of a fantasy they are. Could I really have become a famous musician? Could I have made it as a director or actor? Could I have been a psychologist or a doctor?

It seems as time goes on the infinite paths become narrower. Each step we take forward is a step we cannot take in a different direction. It's a heavy thought, trekking deeper and deeper down the path of the chosen life. A choice often not well considered and hardly informed. But a choice taken for need of a step going somewhere.