Before Reality Chooses You, Quantum physics says something strange.

Before a particle is measured, it exists in a cloud of possibilities. 

Because reality has not yet settled into one outcome.

I think humans spend a frightening amount of time inside superposition.

You are the version that leaves. And the version that stays.

The version that forgives. The version that never calls back.

The woman who becomes a scientist. The woman who becomes a writer.

The woman who becomes both.

Nobody warns you that your life is  full of unlived lives.

Every decision is also a funeral.

To choose one version of yourself is to quietly bury another.

We mourn opportunities we never lived. Relationships we never entered. Cities we never moved to. Dreams we quietly outgrew.

And we mistake that grief for failure.

Maybe possibility has always been beautiful because it refuses to last forever.

Maybe becoming has always required collapsing into one life.

Not even  because the others were wrong but because this one asked for your name.