And if she was to find a life truly worth living, she realised she would have to cast a wider net.
Mrs Elm was right. The game wasn’t over. No player should give up if there were pieces still left on the board.
She straightened her back and stood up tall. “You need to choose more lives from the bottom or top shelves.
You have been seeking to undo your most obvious regrets. The books on the higher and lower shelves are the lives a little bit further removed.
Lives you are still living in one universe or another but not ones you have been imagining or mourning or thinking about.
They are lives you could live but never dreamed of.” “So they’re unhappy lives?”
“Some will be, some won’t be. It’s just they are not the most obvious lives. They are ones which might require a little imagination to reach.
But I am sure you can get there...” “Can’t you guide me?”
Mrs Elm smiled. “I could read you a poem. Librarians like poems.”
And then she quoted Robert Frost. “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference...”
What if there are more than two roads diverging in the wood? What if there are more roads than trees?
What if there is no end to the choices you could make? What would Robert Frost do then?”
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