Rather than imagine a new life, I pretended about the old one.

But along the way I have made more mistakes than that one. Probably the biggest of them was not accepting the inevitability of change more than twenty years ago.  Rather than imagine a new life, I pretended about the old one.  And for that I have surely paid a price.  In my darker moods, I feel the cost has been too high, that fate has exacted an unfair revenge.  But most of the time, when I think of how much worse it all could have turned out, I realize I have been lucky.  It does not matter, though.  I am going on.  I have never doubted that.

The Innocent. Scot Turow.