The Lives We Don’t Live

The Kings Letter

Sometimes, I think of all the lives I probably won’t live—the versions of myself I’ll never get to experience.
Saving lives as a doctor, helping people heal as a psychotherapist, free-diving 100 meters into the ocean, skiing in Japan, or spending a month among penguins in Antarctica.

There’s just so much I have to give up.
Time is finite, and the world is infinite.
It’s cruel, in a way. We have endless curiosities, boundless potential, and yet we only get to live one version of ourselves—a small, fleeting fraction of all we could be.

But maybe that’s what makes the path we do choose so meaningful.
The act of choosing, of letting go, of walking forward with purpose—maybe that’s the real art form.
What you choose to do is just as important as what you choose not to do.

It’s like writing music—not about including every possible note, but choosing just the right ones.

Speaking of choices, here is my latest arrangement from Händel’s Opera Rinaldo:

• Aria Cara sposa, amante cara, dove sei?
  You can get it here along with many other arrangements.

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Take care,

Mislav Brajković

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