‘Between life and death there is a library,‘ she said. "And withinthat library, the shelves go on for ever. Every book provides achance to try another life you could have lived. To see how thingswould be if you had made other choices ... Would you havedone anything different, if you had the chance to undo yourregrets?
Do you ever think ‘how did I end up here?‘ Like you are in a mazeand totally lost and it‘s all your fault because you were the onewho made every turn? And you know that there are many routesthat could have helped you out, because you hear all the peopleon the outside of the maze who made it through, and they arelaughing and smiling. And sometimes you get a glimpse of themthrough the hedge. A fleeting shape through the leaves. And theyseem so damn happy to have made it and you don‘t resent them,
but you do resent yourself for not having their ability to work it allout. Do you? Or is this maze just for me?
Ps. My cat died.