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SotA Community First Series Entry: Between Worlds
Can you truly ever choose between worlds? One has been all you've ever known, all you hold dear. The other, uncertain, but exciting in its possibilities. It is nothing less than deciding between two different lives.
You pray and wait for the signs that would make it clear. Signs that would make it easy to embrace one, and consign the other to grateful memory. But they never come. You are left in a waiting room that has two doors that go in completely opposite directions. How far can I keep going before the choice is made? Am I already too committed to run back to the other?
It is possible to be balanced on the edge of a knife, slowly being split into two as you remain. Each option keeps you stuck: perfectly balanced between the fear of deciding poorly, the difficulties of the path and the potential good that might come.
But time itself sounds an alarm. As it presses you forward, potentialities disappear and new ones open. Ultimately, deciding to stand still is not an option. You will be pushed, kicking and screaming, into a choice - perhaps the only one that remains.
Standing on the heights of all that has supported me and sustained me and made me who I am, I still hesitate. Can there be no looking back, no regret, as I lose hold and plunge into the abyss of new possibilities? It will do me no good to lament my finiteness anymore. Yes I must decide, and in deciding, step forward once again.
Yes, this day, I choose ale. Or wait, no, mead. Gah! Ok, an ale please!