It’s obvious isn’t it?
That you have as many pasts behind you
as you do potential futures ahead

More, if anything
So be calm

All that accruing life to extrapolate from as you deem fit
Play with the switchboard, flip experiences from noise to signal, and vice versa

Then perhaps your little terrors will subside –
of paths never to be taken, 
of persons that will not become,
of flattened superpositions –
with the assured knowledge
that he who stands here now
came to that point by many ways 
and a multitude of faces, an evershifting story