I hate that I can get so addicted to a book that I can't stop reading, it invades all my free time until every moment is consumed with the sole purpose of finishing it. I was sucked into Memoirs of a Geisha. It seemed a little crazy to me when the main character laments that she really never had much if any control over her life, comparing it to a constant stream with a leaf caught up in the current.

It struck me and I keep thinking about it. The truth is sometimes I feel the same way and am not always sure why I am doing some of the things I do. Why business when I really like music? Why University at all? Why am I a not on some big grandiose adventure? I know that many of the choices I make are the right ones, but there is always that "what if?", but that is the thought that shapes us as we life our lives.