"What do you want to be when you grow up?
That question always tortured her.
That question opened every vein of curiosity in her body.
Possibilities bleeding out in every direction.
Every drop chasing a different life.
'What wouldn't I want to be?' she wanted to scream at them.
They couldn't understand.
Their paths were so clear. So definitive.
They saw one path; she saw every path.
They couldn't understand her ceaseless wonder of the paths not explored.
How every fork in the road made her want to split in two.
How the choice paralyzed her soul.
How ever decision felt flawed.
She tried to make wise choices (some would call them safe)
And got lost.
Originally written May 6, 2014
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Is there a "safe" choice?
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