One always reaches a fork in the path, choosing, going forward, and not looking back. All things come, and all things pass. Happiness, sadness, guilt, and gladness. Try to appreciate life’s little lessons, accept them, reflect them, and wisely collect them. For all these things, too, must pass…

One always reaches a fork in the path, the left untrodden. The right traveled and worn. The time has come for you to do some searching of your inmost being, probe the very essence of your soul… Do you seek the comfort of the right? Or the pure, unaltered thrill that is the left?

One always reaches a fork in the path, to left or right the choice is yours. Choose wisely! Tarry not! For what you long to leave behind shall soon come snarling at your heels! Choose! Choose! Don’t delay! For if you do, well…

One always reaches a fork in the path, some heavy laden, some leaping with glee! Weary travelers of all shape and size find themselves in front the diverged path. To the right they see light, a path beautifully and proudly pruned. To the left is seen briers, thickets and ivy. Overgrowth, gnarled roots. A canopy of twisted branches…

One always reaches a fork in the path, two thoughts, each traveling down a separate trail… Alas! You have but only a single choice, for one cannot travel down both options. Neither, can one say “Be gone! Leave my sight!” for only a fool would believe destiny would bend itself to man’s will. One must decide. For better or worse…

One always reaches a fork in the path, destined to decide one’s own fate. Tis a cruel, cold thing, Destiny. A thing overabundant with what ifs. Tis a wretched trick Destiny plays, letting one pick one’s own fate. A sly, cowardly trick. But effective none the less…

What if?

What if?

Alone on a diverged path

Alone in the glen

A choice to make

A path to find

Left or Right!?

Choose!

Better or worse

Choose!

Left or Right!?

A path to find

A choice to make

Alone in the glen

Alone on a diverged path

What if?

What if?

What if, alone in a still and silent glen, one comes across a diverged path? Does one choose the left or the right? A choice must be made! A path must be found! A choice for better or worse, one does not know… And what happens after one chooses? What becomes of the path not chosen? It ceases to exist as a material thing and becomes one of the most terrible things one can imagine… an insecurity. A what if.

What if you had taken the other trail?

What if you never found the diverged path?

What if?

What if?

What…

If…

One always reaches a fork in the path, a lonely diverged path. In a still and silent glen. One is choosing, going forward, and not looking back. Constantly. Again and again. Over and over. All things come. All things go. Happiness, sadness, guilt, gladness. What ifs. Why nots. Successes. Failures… Try to… No! Do not try to… Do! Appreciate life’s little lessons! Accept them, reflect on them, and wisely interpret them. For these, too, will pass…

One never knows when the fork in the path will come to them…

One always reaches a fork in the path. A lonely diverged trail. In an ever still and silent glen.

However, like all things

It too

Will pass away

And fade

Into nothing

But a memory.

A mere ghost of a past self, making a choice leading to where you are now…

A phantom of what lies behind

And a reminder of what lies ahead…