After months of waiting, crawling on at sub-life speeds, merely stagnating, the pace has been increased, through no action of my own.
A fork in the road has appeared, and both roads are treachorous, worn and tired. Both roads will be difficult to travel.
But which one will come out smoother at the end? In that familiar wood with two diverging paths, which road do I choose?
Granted, I may not get the chance. There’s still the potential for the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel to wink out before I reach its source, but a great part of me believes that I will be faced with a very difficult choice: Do I leave behind all I know to get the fresh start that I’ve been hoping so long for, even with the potential for such harm to come of this road, or do I stay with the tried and true, knowing full well how it could lead to complacency and stagnation?
Even if I were to choose the road less traveled, I know not which road that is. I only know what an ideal situation would be, and of course, it can’t ever be easy for me, so faced with this choice, I stand at the fork in the road, contemplating my next move.
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