at length, a crossroad is puzzling at its most comforting place. ambiguity fogs either path. and pessimism is the shoulder at which you struggle to steer clear. but it is a choice, nevertheless.
for my life, I’ve tried, so valiantly and with such futility to forge a third path; one cutting straight down the middle that I would imagine granted me the benefits of both paths and none of the negatives.
realizing that the soil in between just wasn’t cultivated for you to nurture your most vivid prospects of what your life could be, and then again realizing that it’s there solely to teach you the lesson that, yes, there are negatives that you can’t avoid, but that there still such benefits, such incredible means by which either path will help you along, but that you never even needed the notion of a third path; both paths perfectly resembled the middle one you imagined. all there was to illuminate the right one was the ability to say ‘this path is the right one’ and it will have been just that.
twenty-two years and I am still finding my sky-high arrogance lowered and lowered by the gravity and simple gratitude for the availability of choice.