The possibilities of an aftermath that didn’t quite happen but very well could have had one thing changed, are endless. Endless, and pointless, yet continuously considered. So why are we obsessed with the notion of an alternative ending—a ‘what if’?
WHAT IF… LIFE DIDN’T GET IN THE WAY?
We’re obsessed with the ever annoying, ‘what if?’ question. Obsessed with trying to find alternative scenarios in our heads of how things could have been, instead of what they are.
Sometimes it’s easier to imagine the ‘rainbows and butterflies,’ of a situation than it is to face the harsh truth that is reality. It’s easier to live in your own bubble—an escape if you will—away from the negativity, the noise. There’s comfort in knowing that everything you imagine will unfold the way you want it to. But more often than not, it doesn’t.
I think we get so stuck on wanting to avoid confronting the reality of a situation, that we waste time thinking and thinking and thinking about a ‘better alternative.’ We get too wrapped up in our own thoughts and it can get exhausting, draining even.
The truth of the matter is that there’s a reason why things turned out the way they did. Good or bad, even when it seems impossible to pinpoint exactly why everything occurred the way it did, there’s a reason. The sooner we realize this, the sooner we can move on and refocus on the end goal.