She is restless

She is restless. She has reached a cross roads in her life.

Should she take the road less traveled by? To boldly explore her true potential to the best of her ability, to discover her hidden talents, to defy all common practice and plunge into the chasm of the mysterious unknown? That has apparently made all the difference to one.

Should she take the more common road, the road travelled by many before her, the road that she knows will give her comfort, security, acceptance?

Should she make a deal with the devil? But for what? She does not know what she wants. And in exchange for what? All she has is her broken, battered, pessimistic and disillusioned soul which even the devil will be appalled to accept.

She does not know what to do. She is torn between convention and adventure. Between comfort and the unknown. Between reality and idealism. Between commonality and individuality. Between routine and excitement. Between safety and danger. Between the road taken by many and the road less travelled by.

She is at a cross roads. She does not know what to do. She is restless.