You were born.
A dozen years later, you began making your first life choice—filling out your high school entrance exam application.
Your grades were decent, and your mindset stable. You chose the top-ranked school as your first choice, the second-ranked school as your second, and for your third choice, you picked the fourth-ranked school.
Your parents and teachers looked at the form you filled out, each expressing different opinions, yet they all felt it was fine, even commendable—ambition, coupled with a basic level of security.
The high school entrance exam finished, and your results came out; you didn't score enough for your second choice but far exceeded your third choice.
You attended the fourth-ranked school, where you met your first, second, and third loves...
Several male friends, who would become friends with you for decades.
