You could have become a butterfly when the time was right, but all forces conspired to keep you a lowly caterpillar. That’s what everyone else was doing and no one said jack shit about butterflies, so what’s a baby bug to do? What child can prevail against such forces, or would think to even try? It won’t be until years later that you have an a-ha! moment and wonder what might have been; if change is still possible, if you can get back to the crossroads and go the other way, if Rose could have scooched over to make room for Jack. Maybe you can reset and restart, but it’ll cost you everything to find out. (What we call Everything on this side of the gate, we call Nothing on the other.) You place your bet and you take your chances.