Left is Right. Right is Wrong.

Time for another emo and contemplative post...possibly the sequel to "Am I really that Transparent?"

Before I begin, heres part of the lyrics from the song-Gotta Be Somebody-by Nickelback. It totally suits my mood now.

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So I'll be waiting for the real thing
I know if by the feeling
the moment when we're meeting
will play out like a scene, straight off the silver screen

So I'll be holding my breath
Right up to the end
Until that moment when
I find the one that I'll spend forever with!

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
Theres gotta be somebody for me like that...
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I'm sure everyone has had an experience before... whereby you had to choose between 2 choices. When both seem no less right from the other...

I found myself at another one of these crossroads again the other day. Just hit me like that...*whack* without no warning.

So there I was, staring down 2 paths, both with pros and cons. Though later I realised, both were just pros, without cons, just pros in a different way.

They looked like this (sry I have no pics to show ><) : one path going off sharply to my left, and the other sharply to my right. I had only the luxury of a second to decide, else be trampled on the the stampeding crowd. That second lasted longer than I could remember.

The path to my left was a path of adventure, full of uncertainty, lined with signposts that said"procede with caution", "danger ahead!", unpredictable, yet strangely alluring...the faint but everpresent scent of temptation allured me to take a step. Just a step. Yet, my lingering memories emplored me not to enter. With some unphathomable reluctance, I looked away with foolish defiance.

I turned to my right, the usual scene. A bright path, straight path, dotted with familiarity and the mocking air of security. Carrying some a hint of unspoken dissapointment, I walked down this path with the ease that would have me stumbling should I have done the same with the other path. I sat down with some irritable smugness I can never forgive myself for.

Quote from the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost...
"And sorry I could not travel both..." was the only apology I gave myself after the incident.
Yea... to many people, thats just talk cock~ but whatever...I've had my share of sharing for the day.

Perhaps one day I might strike a balance between these two roads. Somehow manage to explore them both and living both to my liking :)

So had I made a wrong desicion that day? Who knows? Only time will tell.