realizacion numero uno

it has at last hit me that the events of the past hold little significance. yes, they serve as the bricks of the road that got me to where i am right now, but the actual event doesn't matter. whether they were good things that brought happiness or events with little goodness that brought sorrow, they are not important. what matters now is the current situation and what will be made of it. standing at the crossroads, the questions occur: but which way will i choose? and what will each road lead me to? will this be good for me, or bad? will this bring me life, or death? sometimes it is unknown, ultimately... but the truth is that one's own instincts should not typically be trusted. i say this not to condemn anyone, but rather to express a recent thought... i don't expect you to understand my reference.