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I am the one who is also the quite many
I have been through the looking glass, having had a glimpse to all those lives I could have oh so very easily had. The place of world between worlds, where to once or twice I was hurled.
All the variations seen there oh so inviting, totally tempting, all of them just at my fingertips, simply to have opened the door, taking that decisive step to change everything with a flick of a switch.
If only just that I did, instead, wavering, teetering, thinking too much of the cons, rather than all those cons, the bad and the good not in balance if I had made that choice.
All those lives there available for me, the ones never even having imagined to be possible, yet something about them filled with magic loveable.
All those decisions ever having been made in life, whether to have gone left or having turned right, to having the choice to flee or to fight, the easy life or plight.
So very many choices having been made, them all having been separated from this, now existing but perhaps true self.
All of them then having become a way of life for the other person I was supposed to be, once removed, yet all of them still very much a part of me.
Alas, it does not matter now, as time certainly changes the definition of the ifs, whys and hows.
The mistakes having been made plenty, and yet the remaining regrets lived with somewhat of an ease, all of them bad choices now a part of me as is everything else.
And so, as I sit here, in the here and now, thinking back to all the options I did willingly pass, the looking glass now gone for sure, but I also know it would have been wrong, to change it all.