learning.

As this season of my life draws to an end, I know that one of the most important lessons I have learned is nothing to do with Biology. True, I probably can't be sure that this lesson needn't necessarily have come with a £10,500 price tag. Maybe every 22 year old has come to learn this lesson, like it's one of those things that happens. Like you'll go through puberty and you'll go through the menopause, maybe everyone comes to know:

There is no such thing as a wrong decision.

Energy spent on considering whether what you did four years ago or four weeks ago was for the good or for the bad is wasted energy. All you can do is live with what you have now and try to be happy with it. Making a decision is choosing which direction to turn when you come to a fork in a road; once you have chosen, there is no way to know what could happen on any path other than the path upon which you chose to walk. So what's the point in worrying about what might have happened? It didn't and it can't. So just carry on on your path: skip or dawdle or trundle or crawl, or be dragged by those who have the strength and love to drag you. And while you're there, admire the view.