Love, Poetry and Revolution - Wednesday 17th December 2025

A life can be considered as a multitude of parallel streams, each of which feeds into the main flow of your river of life.  The streams represent paths not taken whenever choices arose. When you choose a path, you exclude another path.  Whichever route you choose, you don't know what would have happened if you'd chosen differently. You do have to believe, assuming you are happy with where you find yourself, that the other path wouldn't have been better.

Sometimes a wrong decision can take you down a path you're not enjoying and still lead you back to happiness.  Either way, there will be joy on the path you chose, even amongst the weeds that choke the stream.

The song I've chosen, '1000 Years' by The Coral, touches on these themes.



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