Panoramic View

Standing at the crossroads of life, I am filled plethorically with different emotions. Instead of a fork in the road, it’s more like the frayed ends of a broom. The strands of straw all start at one point, but when you get to the bottom you can see every single filament. It is not the many paths that scare me; it is the individual pieces of straw that then split off at the tip. None of these splits go into another. I feel that the path that I choose will venture away from all the rest, leaving me with the inability to experience the others. Moreover, what if I choose the piece that is cut off shorter then the rest? Will I know this before I pick, or will I have to experience it as it comes? The realization of it all is that if you stand there and do not choose, the only way that you can go is backwards.