Life is choice.

It is random collisions of circumstance falling in pieces at our feet as we blindly and naively form our own paths (and affect others), one decision at a time. We can construe would-be horizons based on previous experiences and those observed from others as a guide to mirror a hopeful future, or for some -- damned fates. Yet, of course, nothing is predestined, nothing is fated. Our dreams remain a reflection of our past. Our futures, once realised, the culmination of sequence. The future is contingent on the past, the past a cause of the present; and therein lies the present, forming it all.