There will be other lives;

There will be other lives for nervous boys with sweaty palms, for bittersweet fumblings in the backseat of cars, for caps and gowns in royal blue and crimson, for mothers clasping pretty pearl necklaces around daughters' unlined necks, for your full name read aloud in an auditorium, for brand-new suitcases transporting you to strange new people in strange new lands.
And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and for Paris, for painful shoes with pointy toes, for indecisions and revisions.
And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down the aisles.
And there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk.
And there will be other lives for a man you don't recognize,
for a face in a mirror that is no longer yours, for the funeral of intimates, for shrinking, for teeth that fall out, for hair on your chin, for forgetting everything. Everything.
Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But thats not how it works. A human's life is a beautiful mess.

"Happiness is a choice"