At some point we have to make choices. These are the moments that will define us and mold us into ourselves, who we really are. But this also means that we must in these moments say “no” and “farewell” to other realities, realities that will now never exist. To me this is the greatest perplexity of life. Yet I wonder if maybe one should just make these decisions rashly, impulsively, throwing themselves into the wind. In the end would it be worse or it would it form an individual into something more beautiful? Thus, another choice is put before us.