I think that when we're young we often have the sense that what we do when faced with a choice will define our lives forever. This can be untrue, sometimes amusingly so, but not always.

How can we ever presume to know what will come of our choices, our paths, the lives we lead?

That felt strange. How sharp a rent a handful of moments made in the fabric of a life.

It was, Jelena though, another kind of arrogance to believe you could understand the way the world was made. It could not be done, there was too much. You needed to be open to it, though, to what your life gave you and demanded.