People everywhere - rich or poor - inevitably feel a tug of nostalgia for childhood that no amount of material success can compensate for. It is longing for a time when the dice could have rolled any which way - for life to be any number of infinite possibilities. As adulthood commences and the dice finally starts to roll - then no matter how good the roll - the waveform collapses as Quantum would say, and Infinity vanishes to become just One. Irrespective of how good Life turns out to be, there is an inevitable sadness for the loss of all the other lives that could have been lived. Got rich but miss the spirituality of the monk or the freedom of a wanderer ? Married your teenage crush but miss your childhood sweetheart ? Mr. Nobody ( in the movie by same name ) captures it perfectly when he says - 'Long as I don’t choose, everything remains possible.' The angst is not really about how the dice rolled - but that it had to be rolled at all !

Parallel universes anyone ?!