I feel myself at a crossroads, gazing down at my feet, wondering where I am to go. I stand here in the river-road of Time, directionless and impatient, knowing my end but unsure of the route. I want to remain steady and still, to wait to be shown clearly my next step. But the flow of Time drags and catches at my ankles, urging me forward, always forward, never to be still, never to rest. The tides rise and fall around me, presenting new ways and means on the twisting and swirling eddies, and I struggle against them and myself to hold my place. Indeed my own passions and desires seek to betray me to the interminable flow. How very, very easy it would be to simply throw myself into this river, to allow myself to be swept away by its floods. To be carried along whither so ever it would, coming to whatever strange new land the river runs through. I don't know what to do. Would it be wrong to let go? Or is that determination subject to the context of surrounding events?

I think too much...