As a young man,
I thought myself happy at the time, my head full
of every popular song that came along, the future
before me. I could be an artist, a great novelist, an
architect, a senator, a singer: having no demonstrable
capacity for any of these pursuits made them all
appear equally possible to me. All that mattered, I
felt, was my inclination; I saw life as a set of free
choices. Only later did it occur to me that every
road taken is another untaken, every choice a narrowing.
A sadder maturity convinces me that, as
in a chess game, every move helps commit one to
the next, and each person’s situation at a given
moment is the sum of the moves he has made before.
By Thomas Griffith "New York Times"
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