If another me was born somewhere else, and had led a different life, how would he feel? If there was another version of myself somewhere on the other side of the ocean, what would happen if I were able to meet him? Would I be able to be his friend? Or would the differences in our upbringing be something that I couldn't overcome? Can I understand him because he is me? Or will he be impossible to understand because he's me?
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Humans become themselves based on experiences and memories. A wrong step in this algorithm would have made for a completely different algorithm for it would take other paths rather than the paths taken with the correct step. xD
(Though it does not eliminate the possibility.)
Though this conversation might have drifted away from the quote a little. ^^
What I meant was that the "correct" step made you. The others step are "wrong" in this context. As in, those other ways will not be able to make yourself. Hm... let's put it this way. Right now, would you give up on yourself so you could have a copy that looks like you but it nonetheless not you? Like, dying for a shell without the same essence. That's why I say that is a wrong step. For others that is not a wrong step at all, as you say, it's just a step. But for the final product, changing a step that made its very essence is, well, wrong based on its perspective. Because, that would mean, altering the final product in such ways it becomes another product, and I'm sure no being wishes to vanish from existence just because they took a step they do not like.
So, that's what I wanted to say, I guess... Heh.
Also, I do agree with you based on there are no correct or wrong choices. All the choices in front of me are well, just choices, not right or wrong. The ones that I had taken are as well, just choices. But for me, as in the person speaking, are the correct choices, for those choices made me the one capable of blabbering all day long without a purpose whatsoever. If I were to take other steps, that would mean I would've been a billionaire with an IQ of a duck or a duck with an IQ of 4 digits. That would also mean I wouldn't be here to, erm... have this conversation(also, it depends on the step... If I changed a trivial step in my being, that may not affect much, and we would have the conversation, maybe the same, maybe a bit changed). I am accomplished the way I am, and am grateful for this wonderful chat we're having, or had, or will have, who knows.
So to clear everything... For I might be a little blurry sometimes with expressing my opinion. There is no right or wrong as you say, but I assign the choices I made with a green sticker of being right, even if those choices meant peeking in a granny's toilet, eating a tape-worm, throwing excrement grenades(Note: I made none of them, they are just for a... well... interesting example.). For those choices made the funny and stupid, intellectual and talkative, weird and socially-excluded individual I am today.