I stand at a crossroads. I take that back. I stand at multiple crossroads. Each choice defines what I will be. Each step that I take, down each path, has a million consequences. These consequences are simultaneously equal and mor than any choice that I've made in the past. Every choice has, in a sense, created a new world and killed infinite others. These new choices however, grow in significance as the opportunities to correct them dwindle.
I find now that I can no longer stomach both beating myself up and having others finish that job. What value is a life? People with less have done more. Can a man serve two masters? Is there a balance between living to stay alive and actually living? What's the difference between compromise and giving up hope of being yourself?
