Consequences
My friend is a historian, especially the history of science. He and I were interested in the book "The Limits to Growth" in 1972. It was about coming problems on earth and among its humans. From that, we moved to the idea of having a college course at UWSP on aspects of the future and on the question of how well people had predicted their futures.
From preparing, teaching and reading for that course, I concluded that basically humans have been poor at predicting the future. As I thought about why, I came to the idea that things we do have consequences that we can foretell. Factors such as your actions and my actions have consequences that combine in ways that we could not have foretold.
When my daughter gave me a year's worth of Storyworth's questions, the power of unforeseen consequences came up. I remembered several decisions and actions in my life that I could see how consequences that affected me that I could not have seen beforehand. When I was in the 8th grade, I was asked to choose a foreign language to study for 2 years. The choices I was given were French, German, Latin and Spanish. I thought that decision might be my only chance to study an old and influential language so I picked Latin.
I had no idea of the string of events that decision led to. I found I had to go to a particular all boys high school, way across the city, for the 2nd year of Latin. No other public high school offered a 2nd year. That high school was male only at the time, which led, temporarily, to meeting few datable girls. My homeroom teacher and my guidance counselor both explicitly advised me to go to college. I told my mother about their advice and she suggested I check out going to the nearby teachers' college. I did, I could afford the fees and I went there. Something like 75% of the students were women, one of whom has been my wife for 65 years. The fees were very low because of state support but I have to agree to teaching for at least two years. I taught for four years and enjoyed it. My school system required me to work for a master's degree and shortly after beginning, my grad advisor told me about a PhD scholarship that seemed made for me. I applied, was accepted and studied fulltime. When I graduated, I applied to a school of education and taught there as a faculty member for 37 years.
If you are like me, and you probably aren't since I am weird, I say "Choose Latin."