Cross Roads

Written by: Lucilla Carrillo

As I was walking one day, I came to some Cross Roads. Standing there I asked myself - why were these roads here? I looked to the East, I looked to the West. I was coming from the South. The North was up ahead. I was standing there trying to decide which road to take. This had to be The Roads of Life. That was a fact. I wouldn't go back. I knew what I had left behind. I had to go forward where a new life I would find. As I continued on the road I chose, it seemed smooth. I said to myself - I made the right choice, not knowing what was in store in the other roads. Then my road started getting a little rough and the little hills were making it hard to clime. The Cross Roads of life at one point meet. Than we come face to face with a difficult choice to make. It doesn't matter which road we take - we will always wonder about the other roads we didn't take.
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo 08/07/2012