Sometimes, he wondered who he might have become if he had made different choices. If he had stayed. If he had left sooner. If he had said yes when fear made him say no. In his mind, those other lives still existed somewhere, filled with people he never met and memories he never made. For years, he mourned those possibilities, imagining they might have made him happier. Until he realized something. Every life holds its own regrets. Even the ones we never lived. And perhaps peace begins when we stop asking who we could have been and give ourselves permission to love who we have become.