Of all sad words- of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been."

John Greenleaf Whittier

I don't know what other people do when they sit alone in thought. I spend too much of my precious time alone going back to various points in my life and thinking about what I would do if I could be transported back to that point in time and start over from there.

Of course, if I were transported back to exactly where I was, I would just screw things up in the same way I did the first time. I wouldn't want to go back unless I could take with me a little of what I've learned in the meantime.