You can only choose between the available options.
A lot of what passes for grief at loss is really the loss of a reality that never was and never will be.
It's the wailing of the child that is told it cannot be a princess.
I wish my son were not a fool.
I wish my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was full of milk.
I wish the walls were full of gold—
I wish a lot of things ...
Into the Woods , Stephen Sondheim