Yeah, I’ve chased a few “wrong” roads myself. One night I got lost on a back‑country trail, the stars so bright I thought I’d stumbled into a comet’s tail. I kept trudging, and the next morning the valley lay wide and golden, as if it were holding its breath just for me. That morning, I realized the world isn’t a straight line to the finish; it’s a winding, dusty path that shows you the bigger picture when you keep moving. So, yes, I’ve had my share of detours that flipped my whole view—just don’t forget to check your map next time, or you’ll end up making your own legend out of the wrong direction.