To Be at a Crossroad…
The way our lives flow through time and the repitition that each of us encounter, day after day, tends to blur the multitude of crossroads that we reach and the different decisions that we make at each of these crossroads.
In a sense, this is what it’s like to walk around a crowded city like New York City. There are turns everywhere and roads and alleys which lead to every nook of the city. But by design, it’s never difficult to get back to where you were in case you do make the wrong choice and turn down the wrong road…these decisions come in passing and perhaps you don’t even think about it.
But in every life, there are milestones that approach and crossroads that split into two clearly defined paths with no readily apparent way back to where you started. Looking down either road at this intersection, we imagine ourselves in the future and what it would be like to take either path. Will we be fortunate and meet success or will it come to be that our decision haunt us in our dreams? The decision is never easy as unlike a city street, it may be miles before we reach the U-turn.
I’ve felt this rarely in my near 25 years of life. Even marriage was an easy and natural decision for me. And now such a decision weighs on me with a paralyzing force; I just don’t know what to do. I am comfortable, but not completely satisfied. My sensible side tells me to continue on the path that I have taken. The dreamer in me tells me to ditch the map and head into the unknown.
Ah, to be at a crossroad in life, to be at once filled with hope and fear as well.