Ever find yourself in the labyrinth of yesterday's choices?
Walking down memory lanes, wondering which door was left unopened?
The truth: Those paths are echoes, shadows of what never was. Or maybe what shouldn't have been.
But we chase them, don't we? Like moths drawn to a dim, uncertain glow.
And there you are, the same you, different roads. Chasing a ghost of a dream.
Stop. Breathe. Look around. You might just find a new door, or none at all, but at least it's yours.