life is like a journey (so they say), where every once in a while you hit a crossroad.
you're presented with two options(most of the time) walk one way, and you head down a road where you get pelted by rocks, roasted alive, and have to go for miles, trudging knee-deep in monkey crap, but you know in the end if you make it out alive, you'd probably be a lot better than when you started.
walk the other way, and you get everything you get in other road, and when you're so optimistic about getting out of the shithole you're in, you hit another junction.
and you'd think you would be a little wiser to choose the right path, only to realise the beginning of each path is exactly the same so you can't tell what your outcome will be.
you try to tell yourself pick one, and eventually it'll be better.
but you realise invariably, for better or worse, you'll end up walking through the same shit over and over again, only consolation being that you're a 'better person' at the end of each trial.
you're beat, bruised, and totally miserable, with another two options for you to choose from.
you turn back, and realise its a long way from where you started, so going back wouldn't be any easier than moving forward, you look forward and you see the road extend beyond the horizon. you drag your heavy feet and heart forward, knowing that at this rate, you wont be able to go very far anyway.
so with a little less optimism and a little less strength, forward it is.
it probably wont last very much longer, for the road can go on forever,
...but you wont.