Odd, isn’t it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day…

You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself “if only I’d known,” but, of course, you couldn’t have known.

Time doesn’t run backward, you know, and things that have been done can’t be undone, no matter how hard you wish.