If you look long down the road to where the rest of your life is waiting, near the crossroads, you can see only so much of what lies beyond. Each road turns off away from the others and is lost in distance and high hedgerows. Sometimes, when the landscape opens up around you, from the one road you are on it is possible to catch glimpses of the other roads you could have taken. Sometimes you can see another life; one you could have lead unwinding along another road – at least for a while.
You could have been there, you could have gone there; you could now be standing with those people you see off in the distance. That one, standing there, it could have been you.
The dusty road you travel on seems to lead nowhere but deeper into a stark wasteland, whilst that other road off to the other side seems to head down into valleys and alongside tree-shaded streams where children laugh and play and a woman waits to take you by the hand and lead you off into the soft long grass.
So many roads, so many choices, so many wrong turns, but you are on this one now and you will stay until there is no more road left.
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