Life would be simple, it would be sorted. It would let you have secrets that are buried forever and will never surface. Your reactions would never be questioned, infact they would have a completely logical explanation. They would be justified.
Nothing you say or do would be permanent, there is always scope to say you were sorry hug and then either have a 'they lived happily ever after'. Or have the 'they tried'. Or the as friends they parted ways. Either way the outcome would always be satisfactory. Everything would make sense. It would let you be completely okay if would wanted to drive half way across the country just to do something you wished. I keep thinking about how awesome life would be with all the answers. All the decisions already made, all the drama simply sorted. It makes so much sense to think that yes, this is probably how life should be lived. To make decisions without consequences. To have a prequel and sequel to have second chances with everything. A radical explanation that makes everything seem right.
After writing this post, I just realized. For most part of it. We do live like a book. Continuously evolving, changing, going from happy to sad and hoping we'd get to happy again. A book is a journey much like life, there are a few pit stops you have to make much like the twists in the plot but eventually hope that all of this makes sense and when it doesnt you expect other people to help you with it, for all you know they suck but you can always expect that they will be your guardian angel who will look out for you.