Fork in the Road

There's a fork in the road . . .

You pause . . .

You pause a long time . . .

You are still . . .

The only thing that moves is the wind, but even it is beginning to die down.

You don't think, you don't want to think; for if you think, you will know which road to choose.

One road is filled with all your hopes and your dreams, but the path to get to that other side is brittle, and coarse, and sharp, and it seems unending; for there is always new goals to be thought. It is filled with pain and struggle, . . . but there will be joy . . . oh there will be beauty and life and love and you will have taken the risk to achieve.

The other road, is the simple life; you will be happy; you will be safe; and you will have excitement, in those random places; you will live an ordinary life, you might change someone somewhere; and you will forget about your loves, and find new ones to cherish.

You know which road is yours, you know which road you were born to travel on, . . . you know where you should go . . . but now . . .

You hesitate . . .

You stare . . .

There are two roads . . .

At which point you stand in the fork of the roads . . . and dream of your happy place

Finally . . . you take a step . . .