When I was in my early 20’s I devoured Richard Bach’s, One and The Bridge Across Forever. The author and his wife, Leslie, fly a plane through concurrent realities meeting alternate versions of themselves. I think the books were supposed to make me fall more deeply in love and be willing to risk it all for my soul mate.
Though I missed catching the love bug I was deeply and profoundly moved. You see as these two people visited themselves in parallel planes, each situation showed what their lives would have been like had they made different choices.
What I saw was that I could be more brave. I could risk making the wrong choice because some substitute version of myself would be living out the other choice somewhere else.
I could leap into the unknown, take risks, try things out. If it didn’t work it didn’t really matter.
What would you do if you weren’t so scared of making the wrong choice?