How many times can one person look back and ask "what if" and still claim he has no real regrets in his life? I honestly cannot look back on anything in my life and say "I should have done that differently."

Wait, that's a lie. There is one thing.

The rest, though? I could very easily come up with a list of 20 decisions I've made over the last decade for which I question the alternate outcome. What does that make me? Indecisive? Or inconclusive? Does it mean that even God Himself couldn't nail down just one path for me, or is it simply that I'm too blind or stubborn to understand it (for the record, and the purpose of any lightning bolt currently being sent in my direction, I'd lean towards the latter, were I forced to choose).

I'm not one who believes in fate or destiny. I'm not a romantic, if there was any doubt. I'm simple and down-to-earth, and I believe that my life was granted to me with a purpose, not a path.

Can that be? Who knows, I'll leave it to you literal folk to make that decision. My purpose is to bring good to those around me. My path is meaningless in the grand scheme.

I'm a bit confused . . . can't you tell?

I have no answers; please stop looking to me to provide them. Maybe one day I'll be an expert . . . right now I'm just a friend . . . just some dude. Just . . . me.