Sometimes when you choose a different path, even when you know it's the right one for you, it causes you to leave behind a lot of things you love.

Sometimes these "things" are people. They are people who understand why you've chosen your path and how it's different from theirs. But you know that as you walk along your path, and they theirs, you will diverge more and more. Eventually, you just won't have the same things in common anymore. You won't have the same things to talk about. You'll talk about your path and they will talk about theirs. Eventually, it just becomes too hard. There's too much apologetica. There's too much "I don't mean that your path is any less good but..." It just gets too hard. So you have less and less to talk about, less and less to share. And your lives diverge like your paths once did.

Sometimes I look back on my "path not taken" and I wave to my old friends there. I remember our times together and the fun we had when we were on the same path. I don't regret choosing the path I did. But man... Sometimes, I really miss them!