As I die, instead of my familiar life flashing before my eyes, I would prefer another route.

Imagine your life as a branched road map, each nexus signifying a choice veering your life into a new direction. If you could look back as your life ends and see the complex strands of life’s options, would you weep for joy or sigh in dismay at those wasted and unseen opportunities?

If, if, if – and not to change the route, merely to walk the infinite complexity of the unseen roads, to live a million lives as versions of ‘me’ hurling through time.

Imagine your life as a branched and mysterious road map, each nexus signifying a choice veering your life into a new direction. If you could look back as your life ends and see the complex strands of life’s options, would you weep for joy or sign in dismay at those wasted and unseen opportunities?

Yes, I would choose to see the paths that did not happen instead of a retelling of a story whose road I’ve already traveled.
Seeing my life flash would mask the reality that all those other freshly paved and unknown exotic roads were there for me.