"We tell ourselves stories in order to live."
-Joan Didion, The White Album
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken"
What narratives would you tell yourself in this situation? A common bromide or something more intricate?