People sometimes say they are standing at crossroads.
For some – there are no crossroads. There are no roads.
Some are in the middle of an empty parking lot. Standing. Staring. Silent.
They fully realise the significance of their choice – it is universally insignificant!
Their reflection in the surrounding others:
Some are smiling, knowing that is the first of many free steps.
Others are frowning, yet relieved to have chosen to turn left, or right at the crossroads.
The best part of being in the middle of the parking lot is that it doesn’t really matter!
And here I am – taking a deep breath and make a step in the direction of my nose.
(*Smiling! ‘Cause one thing I know for sure – smiling is good for the facial muscles!)