At the Crossroads

 

So, you were saying?

 

— Yes. I was saying that eventually I arrived at a crossroads. I looked for a sign but didn’t find one. I decided to wait until someone passed through.

 

And did someone?

 

— No. I waited a long time. No one came.

 

What were you thinking?

 

— I was at a loss.

 

Did you consider just turning around?

 

— Yes, of course. I knew what lay behind me. I had no idea what lay ahead, in any of the three other directions.

 

But to go back …

 

— I know.

 

And then again, not to go back …

 

— I know. I think it comes down to what kind of person you are.

 

You mean …

 

— Here’s someone who can’t imagine turning around. It’s the only option she won’t even consider. Here’s someone else who can’t imagine making any other choice, under those circumstances.

 

I suppose. But isn’t there a third type?

 

— Tell me.

 

The person who can’t or won’t make any choice at all. Who just sits there at the crossroads, not deciding, waiting for something to happen.

 

— Yes. That sounds right.

 

In the end, what did you do?

 

— I’ll tell you in a moment. But first, tell me what you would have done in my place.

 

Flipped a coin, I guess.

 

— I continued in the same direction. Do you want to know why?

 

Yes, of course.

 

— Well, it certainly wasn’t because I had any idea at all where it would take me. And I had no reason to believe that turning right or left wouldn’t have been a better choice.

 

Why, then?

 

— Because in the absence of any external guide, all we have is what’s inside us.

 

Which is what, for you?

 

— Belief in the importance of constancy. Of being steadfast. Of persistence.

 

Why is constancy important?

 

— Because without it, nothing else is possible.

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