I found them in an old filing cabinet. There it was, deep in my mind, surrounded by antiques and covered by a veil of dust. Hundreds of files full of what ifs. What if I would have not come to the US? What if I would have gone to New York instead of getting married? What if I had not met him? And there they are. Alternate endings actually do exist. In some dimension I am living in New York or still live in South America. I wonder why my mind keeps those files anyway. These alternate endings are a waste of time. They only exist to torture us if there is still a part of us that regrets the present. I don't. With a grateful heart I know I would not change a thing.
The files of what ifs are there just to remind you that those possibilities are still present and are very much attainable. OK, maybe I have no desire anymore to move to New York or go back to to live in my home town but the sentiment attached to those places are very much still desired by me. Home equals happiness and the idea of family. New York equals the type of success I once dreamed of. Those hopes still live within me no matter what age. And how about the what if I had not met him? I am sure life will give me a chance to meet someone I can write a new chapter with no what ifs. Because what was is exactly how it was meant to be and as long as I learned my lessons I wouldn't change one thing.