(again) choices

Things happened lately have been too special. They occupied most of the memory in my mind and moreover, took over my conscience. No, I don't loose control of them, but they all blended that I cannot recognize them anymore until they then came up in my dream each night.

Everything now reminds me that whatever happened --or whatever will happen in the future is a matter of choice.
And always being sure that whatever I chose has been the best one, I think it never be a crime make a stop.
To decide whether to continue going on the same path, or to turn to the other direction that might be better.

Many choices.
But one thing for sure, back to the same starting point is not a choice.