One time I came across something rather interesting, shaped like a rock but not a rock at all, perhaps more of a boulder. I’m not quite sure. But I discovered it as if it hadn’t been discovered before. It was just sitting there all large and immoveable. I looked down at the ground and there were pathways around it, both to the left and to the right, and neither of the pathways went right up to it. It’s as if people had walked up, realized that something was in their way, and gone around it, like ants that came upon a leaf.
This is quite odd, I said to myself.
I was faced with a choice: which path do I take? Do I go to the left, where the path isn’t quite as worn so I can make a mark there? Or do I go right, where the path is well-defined and easy to navigate?
This quandary sat on my mind for quite some time. I tapped my chin and cocked my head left and right. I walked up to each path and inspected it as if some new piece of information would emerge. “Those tracks are deeper,” I said to no one. “And that grass is taller,” I said to nobody else. I walked back and forth between the two paths until eventually, I had worn a new path between the two existing ones.
“Well now I’m going around in circles!” I said, throwing my hands in the air.
Finally, desperate for a decision and wishing I had something to eat, I decided to turn back. I then realized that a long line of people had formed behind me.
“Hey, are you ever going to choose a path?” a gentleman asked.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “What’s the rush?”
“Well, we’re all waiting to see which way you go so we can follow you.”