He followed the path his choices had taken him on. At times, he stood on the mountaintop, able to survey and plan. Other times, he found himself in a dense forest, unable to see the next bend in the path.
In hindsight, the last turn was a mistake – a rash error which once taken, he could not backtrack to. It was one in a recent series of errors, misjudgements, and in his opinion, poor luck.Yet the road went on, and onward he traveled towards a destination both known in name, yet unknown in experience.
As he approached yet another crossroads – another choice – the morning fog began to descend, shrouding any idea of the potential results of the upcoming choice would be. Which would be worth it? Easiest? Roughest? Would one lead to a pre-mature end of the path, or was there no real difference, with the paths leading to a joining further down? Fate could be like that.
He stopped at the intersection, and closed his eyes. He recalled the advice his previous travel companions had offered, and he idly wondered where they were on their own paths, if they were well, and if their paths would join again.
He took a deep breath of the cool, moist air. Left? Right? Did it matter?
He felt lost – he had for a long time. A slow exhale caused the mist to swirl near his mouth. Left? Right?
Or wait? Surely the fog would lift eventually. Left? Right? Wait?
Another deep, moist breath. He mulled over the idea of this third possibility, while the voices of his former companions echoed through the hallways in the back of his mind.
Left? Right? Continue the journey, or wait? Was he patient enough to wait for this unknown amount of time? He felt as if he had waited a very long time already…but he certainly wasn’t in a rush to reach his ultimate destination.
Left? Right? Wait? He mulled it over further, letting out another slow, restrained exhale into the mist…