Crossroads

Everyone must get to a point in their life whereby they are standing at a crossroad, with three options to choose from; Turn right, turn left or keep on ploughing down straight ahead. Of course some will not get to such a crossroad as death may have caught up with them at an early age, or they are foolish enough to miss the crossroad entirely and continue on ahead at full blast!

It now appears that we seem to arrive at these crossroads somewhere around forty years of age, what is commonly known as the 'mid-life crisis', aka 'what the hell am I doing with my life?', aka 'where does all this lead to?'

Now in this funny year 2013 - the key number here is 13, unlucky for some? -   I seem to have stopped at my crossroads, looking down each of the options ahead of me and scratching my head. As I stand here, and the longer time I spend making the decision the lower I feel.

It as if the whole of me is at a stand still, and we all know that anything that stands still in our great universe does not belong. That thing really looks and feels out of place. So not only do I feel low - very low, but I look and feel out of place. Surely it is high time I made a decision and took one of the bloody roads to the future of my life.

I guess the greatest fear I have now and at this point only is "What if there is another crossroad down the road?"