of choices.

Many a time we lament not having the luxury to choose;
We dislike having others map out our lives, not quite the way we desire them to be.
Yet one day, when we come upon the crossroads-
Finally, the opportunity to decide for ourselves.
Suddenly, though, it does not seem like a privilege anymore;
Whoever knew it'd be so difficult to choose?
That dilemmas could be so endless?
"How now brown cow?"
We can't provide ourselves the answers - we daren't,
Afraid that a wrong step taken
Will cost us so much more in time to come.



Show me the direction.