The Fork In The Road
Good things never last forever. You taught me well, and love is only real when it comes to storybooks. Friendships vanish in the blink of an eye. I don’t know if I could tell you where I am anymore. The reality of the situation: I don’t know. I know I’m here; I exist. I’m a living, breathing creature. I don’t know where I am, though.
I couldn’t tell you the first time I felt this way. Two minutes, two seconds of silence, would be a relief. Even if I am alone in a room, there’s never silence. Everything is always racing. Every “What if..” moment that I’ve passed by. I can’t let go of the moment. Grasp on, hold on tight, never let go.
Would the outcome be different if I changed the way something was said? What if I never completed this action? Where would I be now? Where would you be? I tell others, others tell me, keep pushing forward.
Persevere, they say. Perseverance is the only way to make it through this world without getting burnt alive. Isn’t it? Push through the madness. Push through the panic, the anger, the fear of what could have happened.
That fear will always live in the back of your mind. What could be? What once was. What could have happened? Living your life in the butterfly effect, wishing to go back in time, once more, and change that one decision. You were at the fork in the road, and you chose your direction.
Every single move you make in a day is the fork in the road. Most don’t recognize the fork in front of them. Some decisions seem so easy, don’t they? You made a choice to get out of bed. You made a choice to go to your job or class. Every decision you make, you were at a fork.
No one recognizes the fork in the road until it comes to a huge, life-altering decision. That’s when it all becomes important, right? That’s when it’s complicated, not knowing what to do. We only notice the fork in the road when it’s a critical moment. If you look back down the road you’ve traveled, could you find your way back?
With every decision you’ve made, you’ve gone through the twists, turns, wrapped around and came back to the same day. You’ve come back to this exact moment every day, and you’ve made your decisions. Now how can this change? This can’t change unless you make a dramatic twist.
Living the same story, the same choice day after day, you go through the motions; you pretend to smile, and you pray that people will notice you’ve made it through. How can you pray for something that was bound to happen? Every decision you have made is what put you through to here.
Now, you stand at another fork. You’re deep in the woods, and one of these paths will lead to happiness, won’t it? One of these paths must lead you to the happiness you so desire. Persevere, you will find it. You will search, following the twists and turns in the road. You will find the happiness hidden in these woods, won’t you? Find it for yourself. Find it, and call to the rest of us. We want to find the beauty.
We would like to see the beauty left in this world. It must be here. Has it run away? It is here. It must be here somewhere. It couldn’t have vanished, could it? It could, but why? Why would it leave us here in a world where it’s needed the most? No, it is here. It is here. It is here. It is here.