by A. Rao
Why am I still here? Everyone else has left, I am left behind. This place, once so bright and vivid, has been reduced to monochromatic hues. Indecision both pushes forward and stops me in my tracks, for once I go forward, it will be too late to change anything I did in the past.
Oftentimes, life is so complicated, with hundreds choices stretching out, each leading to different points. Even when you have an end point in mind, it is impossible to end up exactly where you think you will. Because roads loop back and forth, diverging and intersecting, and it is impossible to find your way through.
That is what I am trying to find now; a compass, or something to guide me in the right direction. Indecision is worse than moving, even if I should happen to be moving in the wrong direction. But though I can take any path I want, it might not be possible to return for gates close behind you as you move forward.
Will I wish I’d gone a different way? Everyone else has turned away. No one has laid down the path for me.
I step forward, and the gate to the past slams shut.
(The "A" in A. Rao is short for something, obviously. He's 12. His interests include music, soccer, chess, and reading.)