Two roads did diverge, and I did choose the one with markedly fewer pedestrians.
But does it follow that my decision was the correct one?
There was no precursing flash of clarity, no spark of exuberance; just a grudging, reluctant commitment because a decision had to be made.
If the results of the decision are supposed to be any indication, then they too are baffling: some rejoicing positives, many soul-shattering negatives.
I'd be more than happy to do the right thing every time, if only someone would tell me what it is.
But does it follow that my decision was the correct one?
There was no precursing flash of clarity, no spark of exuberance; just a grudging, reluctant commitment because a decision had to be made.
If the results of the decision are supposed to be any indication, then they too are baffling: some rejoicing positives, many soul-shattering negatives.
I'd be more than happy to do the right thing every time, if only someone would tell me what it is.
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