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A matter of choice

Time passes in moments...Moments which rushing past define the path of a life just as surely so they lead towards it's end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path,to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed?
But what if we could stop? Paused to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we than see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And seeing those choises,chose another path?

the "X-files" (c).