The Only Way to Go

A man sits at a crossroads. It is a tale as old as time. He knows the longer he sits here, the harder the choice will be to make. For a long time he considers option A and option B. Near identical paths with no end in sight. There is no surety in this forest as each path is uncharted and vast.

A wayfaring soul wanders to his side and begs the question: “ Why is this choice so difficult for you?” The man doesn’t know. He theorizes that it has to do with his unwillingness to commit.

“Wrong”, the patron says. “It is because you are like the leaves during autumn. Falling easily to the command of nature who demands that you do as she says. There is comfort in this.”

Curious, the man asks what the secret to figuring it out. He wonders how one can know which path is best.

The wander looks to his left and to his right. Paths on each side looming like tantalizing desserts. He turns to the man and says: “What is more important? The ground beneath your feet or the confidence that it is there?"

And he disappeared the way he came. Forward.