It might have been.

I have a collection of diaries, and in them a collection of quotes.
"For all the sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these; it might have been."

It might have been. Or not. It could have gone either way, like an aimless leaf on the wind. In my life there were many things that might have been; I might have never met Justin, I might have been a teacher, I might have moved away, I might have worked a rewardless job, I might have never known the life I know now. And sad couldn't begin to equate the feeling I imagine I would I feel, having sipped a taste of what my life should be like had it ended up in one of those other ways.

My life now is filled with simplicity, and all the things that are important to me and none of the things that aren't. Stepping back and realizing that at some point in the course where I could have gone left, but instead I went right got me to where I am now is inconceivable.

It might have been hard work, it might have been the work of a higher power, it might have been luck. What I think it was was a series of decisions, and a collection of choices. Just like my collection of diaries and quotes that tell the story of who I was at each entry, each choice I've made up until this point tells the story of where I am going.

What will your story tell?