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At the decrepit crossroads you find a worn sign, the text illegible.

Before you are thousands of paths, each unique and riddled with uncertainties, tragedies, joys, and surprises.

And each path taken will forge you into something remarkable.

You are hesitant to take the first step however . . .

How do you pick the right path?

How do you choose the best outcome?

Deeply, you draw your breath, and open yourself to what awaits you at the end,

For as long as your are true to yourself, the path will become clear.