There are alternate realities.

I used to think mine was the main reality, but now, what helps the days go by faster is to realize that my reality is the one where things were different. So that somewhere out there, there's a place where someone rolls over in the night and says, "Wow, imagine how much different it would be if things didn't work out?" Someone will mumble, "Don't think like that." And hands will be held under pillows and sleep will come. I exist so that this reality can be for someone else.

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