I wanna tell a story. Once, there was this poor boy, he was lost in the north pole and it was fucking freezing. He had little clothes, but enough to last him through a week. Soon, he stumbled across a hot spring in the middle of nowhere. But this hot spring is magical and is way fucking hot, so it can be found in the north pole. So he had two options, jump in that hot pool and enjoy the heat or live freezing for a week. At that very moment, the hot pool would have been the best option. So the boy jumped in the hot pool and enjoyed the heat. After a long while, the boy got boiled to death. He could have survived if he did not jump in the pool. So moral is, what seems good at a very point of time to you, might just be the fucking thing that killls you. Bottom line, choices get you fucked up. Hope you never get to make choices, just follow whatever is thrown onto your lap.