Sometimes its easier to advise other than to even define oneself. Its just a complex mess of patterns and dots. Joining the dots backward is definitely easy but have you started looking for the reason that defines you?
Despite how confident we stand with our decision, does another one lure us with a smug on its face - "What if you had choosen me!?" But in that moment of ambivalence, are we making justification to our decision? Are we being loyal?
Choices, though seem uncunningly democratic, lead us pondering about our fate - the fate which we have determined to be inexorable. But how can the decision we make be tied to the fate fabricated for us? Or did our brain just prevaricated fate to mollify our heart?
And here I thought, brain and heart do not want the same thing ever.