Epilogue
Olivia was right. The point of the Choose Your Own Adventure books was just that: choice.
It wasn’t about where you ended up; it was about the decisions you made to get there.
And I don’t want to skip to the end anymore.
Because in real life there is no way to know, anyway.
There are no guarantees. You can start down one road and figure out it wasn’t the one you really wanted to be traveling down at all.
Or you could switch courses just to realize this new path leads to the exact same place as the old one.
And, see, that’s where choice comes in. Because while you can’t know where you’ll end up, you can, even in the last act, alter the course you’re taking.
You can veer off to the left, swing right, and find yourself somewhere you thought you’d never be.
I guess the thing I’ve realized is that fate and destiny only get you so far.
Because they decide beginnings, not endings.
Destiny might drop you off somewhere, but it’s your job to get where you’re going, to decide your own ending, what moment you choose to close the curtain on.
So I guess Shakespeare didn’t get it wrong, after all.
The truth is that there are many different endings to the same story.
This one is mine.