CROSSROADS
CROSSROADS I'm at crossroads. I can see it. I can see the light at the end of the path where I want to reach. I can also see the path to it, it is filled with obstacles, but it's all visible. There's another path my mind wants me to see, the curved one, I can only hope it would lead me to the same light. I know I should just close my eyes and head out for the one ahead of me. But then I glance at the other one, I can see those things which I would have to otherwise sacrifice if I decide to continue on the other path. Those glimmering opportunities called me to it, pulling me to that path. I take a step towards it. But there's one thing nagging my mind, “ The light which is your destination place, where does it glow ablaze ?” I take a step back. Straight ahead, above all the obstacles and sacrifices, I see the light. Light the brightness of a thousand fireflies. The other path, I realize glimmers with the slightest of ...