The Island of Lost opportunities

I really liked the theory of parallel universes. That in some way every possible scenario could occur somewhere in another dimension, but I was never really worried I 'd ever be able to do that.




It all started with a vision. I was standing in a deserted island under an eerie glow of glowing orbs every orb representing a choice I had made ( or a path I had never chosen ) and I had this total sense of regret and loss.




I was still dreaming when I got up and waited for it to end however no matter how hard I tried to forget that it was the island my mind always ended up going back.




And then, without warning, I was there.




I stood on the sand and felt the warm sun on my skin; the bright orbs of space in the sky slowly spinning with an energy in my blood that I could not explain - as I tried to approach one I felt the unfathomable urge.




I pressed the orb and was taken into a vision in my head. In my vision I was going to take a different career which would eventually get me a good career and happy family. A little later I realized the vision was just a dream/funhouse mirror reflection. Sad to say this job was nightmare, family was chaotic and I was miserable.




I stumbled back and was stumped when I saw the orbs slowly moving and relocating like that annoying bug dance.




I wandered the island trying to beat up the ' what if 's / maybe 's that were creeping up on me... every orb represented a new possibility and the new one was much worse & worse to me than the previous.




I thought I was a great artist, but my paintings were full of horrible violence and disgust I thought I was an brave adventurer, but I was running away from the fear I had, I thought I was a good leader, but I was making bad choices.

It was an island ull of contradictions; a never ending maze of choices and consequences: I was at the brink of losing my grip on reality.


And then I just found the most terrible orb of them all.