If any of us could see, stretched before us, the infinite possibilities and consequences sprung from out titchy actions, there would be no way to comprehend life. Go; choose the paths and buttons that will divert you from catastrophe, heartbreak, unpleasantries and other miscellaneous misfortunes- that broken bone, that spilled pot of coffee- and live no life at all. For you would be the impossible perfection, the life without flaws; the life that hence, does not learn to mend and appreciate, and that ultimately is consumed by the flaws of perfection and ceases to exist.