48 without much thought

Once, I took a note, several years ago. I found it again today.

It said, "what really bothers, of growing up, is the choices. Not the fact of making them, the choices, as much as the fact that every choice you make takes away the others you could have made."

But then, I changed my mind. They don't bother. They don't take anything away: they open paths, on which then, again, there are others, of choices to be made. And that's okay.

And I, in short, without thinking that much about all this tangle of forks and crossroads, I am happy with what I have done, day by day, during these 48 laps around the sun.