As I stare at myself in retrospect, I see a long line of apparitions. Each one a branch of my life that I was unable to live. A multitude of versions, some so similar it's hard to tell them apart. Others so vastly contrasted that I cannot even tell that they are me.
Each choice mapped out in my mind, a winding river flowing through time. I look back at my ghosts, some are better off, others worse. Some I have saved from a terrible fate others I have doomed to a destination I myself have avoided.
Make the best choice possible so that you are the very best version of yourself and the envy of every other version of you.