for some things, we have a vast array of choices.
for some other things, we don't have a choice.
for still some other things, out of nowhere, choices seem to appear. perhaps, we weren't even aware that choices existed. and perhaps, we have no idea when they'll disappear. but at certain moments in time, certain possibilities, impossible as they had seemed, open up. like a secret doorway unhidden by a nondescript rock in an indiana jones movie, we have no idea where these tunnels will lead us, and at just this moment, they beckon.
these unexpected doorways seem to particularly cause me a bit of angst.
i still won't know which path will lead to the treasure chests, and which one will lead to the den of snakes, or even if the treasure chests exist at all. i simply won't know.
all i can do is to pick a path, then walk it fearlessly.
