Just when I thought I was finally catching my stride on the road of life, I had to unexpectedly stumble upon a crossroads this week. (Because, you know, nicely paved, straight roads are too much to ask for these days.)
My road splits off into two directions – one being the familiar dirt-road I have been trudging down for a while now. I am a master of this road, acquainted with all the bumps, rocks, and other obstacles haphazardly thrown on the ground to trick me and make me stumble. They cannot fool me anymore; I have my hiking boots laced-up, ready to go.
Then there’s path number two: an uncharted road obscured by thick vines, so I can’t see what lies ahead. The splash of green compared to the incessant ochre allures me. Its exotic scent of rain and vegetation beckons me. An aura of mystique surrounds this path, making it teeming with adventure.
Alas, which one do I choose? I can’t sit here all day! Do I take the familiar, worn path knowing that I have been down that road before? Or do I take a chance by choosing the intoxicatingly mysterious path? My heart urges me to take a plunge into the unknown, but my brain screams and cries not to go. It would be like going to the arctic dressed for the desert; I am not yet equipped for that journey.
This quote pretty much sums up my dilemma; to choose one path forever closes the other. If I stay on my current path, the other path could be a missed opportunity. If I choose the new path, I burn the bridge to the old one. Like a video game, you can’t go back on this path of life: only forward. I fear picking the wrong one will lead me down a path of regret…
And so I am torn this week—one foot in each path, being stretched thin into two different directions. I know what I should choose and what I want to choose, but what will I choose?
— Nicole, 2.6.18