And there I was. Back at the fork in the road, with the same, familiar deadening choice. How long will this cycle go on? I asked myself. I must choose a path. I told myself.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Wrote Robert Frost in his poem “The Road Not Taken” and summed up the dilemma that we all face in life every now and then: Whether to follow our innocent heart OR the witty brain?