Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. A fork in the road that stands out from the rest. That punches you in the gut and calls to be noticed. To be felt. To be experienced. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You cannot turn back; only forward, forward always. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse. There is no second chance.
