Do you know the feeling when you let something float by because you think it would be better for the world if you didn’t get what you wanted so bad? If you love something, give it away, right? You shred it to pieces, let it float down the river, and then shed a single tear. “It’s all good,” you tell yourself. “If I don’t see the pieces becoming whole ever again, it’s not my fault that life played out this way.” But then you always wander what would have happened if you wouldn’t have torn it apart.