Stop for a second and think about what it means to move into a new house.
You start by packing up all the things you have in the old one, all the good memories, the photos, the kitchen tools you use daily and so on.
The life you live each day becomes slowly packed into neat little boxes that you will transfer and unpack into your new home.
But while you pack them, objects will appear.
Things you didn’t expect, like dresses you didn’t wear in the last year, or photos you don’t know if you want to keep them or not.
Numbers of people you didn’t call, unread magazines and unopened gifts.
While continuing packing your home a new elements appear: the life you didn’t live.
So many options, so many things left alone in boxes you will probably forget about.
What would it be of you if you had taken a different path?
What would have been your life if you had used that gift?
Nobody knows, but while you pack you’ll have to decide if you want to keep them lingering around for another while or not.
And whatever the decision you make, you’ll have plenty of boxes.
Some of those boxes will stay closed for a long time.
Even if they contained life you did live.
The next time you’ll move houses you’ll find a box, full of things you thought you needed, but that you forgot about.
And in an instant, the life you lived, has become the life you stopped living.