Crossroads

I stand at the crossroads of destiny once more. As with all past fateful bifurcations, I must be prepared to lose something I value for a chance to gain something more instrumental. Probabilities are estimated, but in the end these probabilities are being tweaked to justify what my intuition tells me to be true. It is not possible to see more than 2 steps ahead; all I know is that the forward terrain will be far distinct from what I’ve encountered in the past.