Once, on long journey, I met a traveler standing at a fork in the road. He looked back and forth between the paths as if trying to make a decision.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked him, thinking that I could maybe help.
“I have no destination in mind,” he said, “and both paths look nice. The first heads down hill and I guess leads to coast where I could walk along the beach and listen to the gulls. The other heads up into mountains, it will be more of a climb, but the views and the fresh crisp air will be worth it. ”
“Then why not just pick one of them? I asked. “It sounds like you’d enjoy both routes, but standing here means you’re not experiencing either of them.”
“Because picking one path means giving up on the dreams of the other.”
I left him standing there at fork, glad I had destination in mind.