Choices

Another fork in the road appears before me

My feet struggle to decide which way, to where I will journey next

I sit before my choices, weigh them up

Isn’t it just painfully human, to struggle to make these kinds of choices

My old self – a younger version of me – would not hesitate

I do not know whether my waiting to decide now shows a lack of naivety, and a glimmer of earned wisdom

Or that the lack of spontaneity in my life makes me less alive and hopeful than I once was

As there is a childish wisdom to be found in taking risks and jumping headfirst into the unknown

How I wish I knew how each choice will pan out

Like many others, I assume, I attempt to picture them in my mind

Both have the chance to fail, yet also the chance to rise

Nothing ventured, means nothing gained, I think so at least

Yet I have also found that nothing ventured means nothing lost too.

If I sit here and wait long enough

Will a third path appear before me?

Or if I wait too long, will all paths close at once?

Like any life decision however

At the very best, trying to predict the future

Is nothing but guess work

Like looking at a new born

And trying to decide who they are going to be in ten, twenty, fifty years from now

Did we always know who we were going to be?

Or is that shaped by these decisions

By these forks in the road?

So I take a deep breath, hope that I am right

And I take the path on the left.