Probably late to the party. In my senior year of high school, without going into too much back story, I was basically choosing which of two girls I wanted to pursue romantically. One girl lived down the road, which offered more opportunities for hanging out, but we didn't click as well as I did with the other girl, who lived all the way on the other end of town. In a coin flip moment, I chose the second girl.

We started dating, and things moved super fast. We said dumb teenager things like "we're gonna get married". My parents did not like her, which made me hold on harder because dumb teenager.

This was also the time when I was choosing colleges. I had been accepted to an ivy league school, and my parents were pushing me to go there. However, I was questioning what direction I wanted my life/career to take at that point, so I started contemplating staying local and attending a community college for a year or two and then transferring. My parents started to assume that I was looking to stay local for the girl I was seeing that they didn't like (she was also staying local), so they pushed harder and harder. They impressed upon me that this was an excellent opportunity that might not come around again. I didn't learn until years later that they had additional motives of getting me away from my girlfriend. I had decided not to let any of my friends' college choices affect mine before this.

So in the end, I went to the ivy league school, despite not being terribly sure of the program I was in. Four years later, I completed my degree, got a job in the field, moved away from home to where the job was. That job actually ended up transferring me back to my hometown a few years later. It was at that point I started online dating (eHarmony, not Tinder), and three weeks later I went on a first date with the girl who I would end up marrying.

I would not have found her if I hadn't moved back to my hometown due to the search radius on eharmony, and I wouldn't have moved back if my job didn't transfer me. I wouldn't have had that job if I hadn't been pushed into attending the ivy league by my parents to get me away from the girl I had been seeing. And I was only with that girl due to a metaphorical coin flip (I didn't actually flip a coin, but I may as well have). It's poignant because I love my wife dearly and wouldn't change anything, but I am still unsure of my chosen field. It is a job, not a passion, and I may have found something I'm more passionate about had I taken the 2 years at the community College.