There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line.
The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask "why me?" and "what if?".
When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.

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I hope one day to be chosen to be apart of the incoming new world order, what I really wish is to be apart of a smart people community because I'm very tired with dumbs around now.