|What if I hadn't gone to Bergen on holiday? |
Would I have been working in Norway now?
What if? What if I had stayed in France as a tourguide? Would I have married some Frenchman and had lots of French babies?
What if? What if I had stayed in England as a waitress? Moved hotel only instead of moving back home. Would it have been a better choice?
What if? What if I had gotten into the army as I planned? Would I have been sent on a mission to Bosnia or Afghanistan and come back a different person?
What if? What if I had been offered the job in the biscuit factory? Would I have been content with packing chocolate biscuits for the rest of my life?
What if? What if I had left ten seconds later from the last stop in Belgium? Would he have lived and made his way over to England eventually?
What if? What if I hadn't moved to Norway? What would my life be like now?
What if? What if? What if? One of the most dangerous questions in the world. It's an easy opening to the blame game. I know. I played that game. If I had left ten seconds later, I would never have seen, let alone hit him.
The game is a two-way street however, even if he couldn't 'play' it with me. The person who did though (Miss Vavoom who was a psychologist I think), gave me the other side of the what ifs: What if he had not crossed the road or what if he had run faster/slower?
What if bananas were square and blue?
This post is prompted by Spin Cycle. Thank you Ginny Marie at Lemon Drop Pie.