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.
— 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.