two roads diverged in a wood.

Decisions cause too much stress to handle sometimes.

Opportunities show themselves.

Emotions overcome you instantly.

Tears come up into your eyes; you try and push them back.

A time constraint of 48 hours doesn't do much help, either.

One decision can change your life.  One simple choice.

And it can take you on a completely different course than you planned on being.

Or maybe you did plan on taking that route, just not as quickly as it came to you.

And it hits you that you have always wanted this to happen, but that the way it came about was definitely not the way you expected, nor as early as you expected.

This poem by Robert Frost sums up my every thought.

"The Road Not Taken"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost.

I am at the head of two roads diverging in a wood.

I don't know which to take.

Maybe I'll take Robert Frost's advice, and take the one less traveled by.