Once we make a decision, we seldom know what horrors we avoided by not taking the other one, or what joys we missed by making that decision. Our brains are spared the knowledge of everything, just as the acorn cannot contain the grown, whole tree.
We should resign to being human (after all, that’s what we are) but someday, far, far away, I’ll see all those possibilities, if I have eternal life.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.