I'm sitting at my desk trying to focus on work. However, my mind keeps flitting away to the issue that really is bugging me. I hate being given the choice. I hate having to make a choice. I hate choices, period.
Its like this really.
Imagine yourself walking in the woods, surrounded by tall trees and browning leaves below your feet. For now, you're very sure where you are. You aren't lost. But up ahead, the road forks.
Where do you go now?
Suddenly, you have a decision to make. What do you want to see? What lies ahead? What do you know of the uncertain? What if I take the road that leads to the left? Would I be pleased? Would I enjoy the journey? And the questions keep building. These questions also exist for the road that leads to the right.
You're in turmoil now.
You see that both roads have been taken, there are footsteps that prove that. Some kind soul has even retraced their trip and left you some notes. I bend over and pick up a piece. It says "it's lovely here", "its better than the one on the right". I smile, my decision made.
Then i look just that little bit to the right. There are notes there too. I repeat what I just did. I bend over and pick up a piece. It says exactly the same things as the note to the left fork. Only this time it says great things about the road to the right.
I am back to where I am.
Unsettled, confused and wishing I could just peep into a crystal ball to know how things will pan out. I lower myself onto the ground, deflated. I don't know where else to seek an answer. I look above and I ask for a sign. Nothing comes. I wait some more, not even a droplet falls.
I don't know what to do.
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