My mitochlorian count may be astounding but no ones watching, no ones checking up on me or even discovering me. Pressures on, some of these answers need to be derived so decisions can be made, and a life planned. But thats still the easy road. The hard road is the one through the forest where there is no path. Thats the hardest road.
People think taking the one less traveled by makes all difference.
Bullshit, everyone thinks they found their own path. But if everyones finding their own path through the forest, it eventually becomes the same path, with the same end. I dont want a path, cause I know there isnt one. Maybe I will find a sign occasionally, or a small caterpillar to tell me a story that shines the sun to my Indiana Jones treasure, or maybe he just keeps me from falling down the hidden pit. Clearly, if there were no signs, I wouldnt be typing this.