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ClaraOswin

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Sometimes I wonder about the choices I've made in life. Not the big ones, necessarily. But the little ones. The tiny, every day decisions I've made. How have those tiny things directed the way my life would go? I'd say I'm happy with my life, for the most part. I've had my ups and downs. Usually I think to myself, "I'm right where I should be." But every now and again I seem to get inside my head and think about the other paths my life could have taken. I get kind of uneasy. It makes me nervous.

A lot of tiny little choices are what led me to my husband. We met online. What if I hadn't gone onto that internet forum at all? I only ended up there after Googling an actor in a movie. If I hadn't done that Google search...where would I be now? Who would I be with? Would I be alone? Would I have ended up with the college crush I had at the time? (Ha! Just kidding...he never liked me back.) I don't know if I believe in 'fate' or 'soulmates' or any of that. Though sometimes I think I did meet my husband at just the right time. I was getting close to graduating from college. I was very lost. No clue what to do with my life (okay, I still don't really have that figured out.) I didn't even know where I was going to move to once I left college. But then....I met my husband. And the course of my life changed. All because I searched for an actor, found out he was in a band, and joined the band's forum.

 

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I think like this a lot. What if I didn't date that guy and go to school there or what if I didn't get that job-- would I have still met my husband somehow? It's crazy to look at all the paths our lives could have taken and didn't. 

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ClaraOswin

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Glad I'm not the only one. My husband looks at me like I'm nuts when I tell him stuff like this.

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gustava

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I've never quite grasped the notion that my life is composed of conscious choices.  Some are...and then life happens.

I am content.

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Fascinated

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I've never quite grasped the notion that my life is composed of conscious choices.  Some are...and then life happens.

I am content.

I agree. What I think about is, what if my family hadn't moved to Canada, and what if my husband's family hadn't moved to Ontario from Quebec. We would not have met in high school and, although we would both possibly have had children, our actual children would not exist. Therefore, neither would our three grandchildren. Of course, you can go back centuries and think about the what ifs. 

So, yes, life happens. 

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