I could say similar things. But I won't
What I will say is that I can easily imagine going back, knowing what I know now, and trying to take the right fork instead of the left and sometimes to stop and study a map before bulldozing ahead. It's easy for me to do that. I imagine the girl I let get away. Who doesn't?
I imagine the people I let slip away...those people that are always there in the periphery of my mind. How I would tell them how much they meant the way I never did when I had the chance.
If I had stayed in the military. If I had not allowed my music to end. A thousand ifs.
But of all the different and winding paths I can imagine, none of them lead to here. To my wife and my child. And THAT is something I can't contemplate.