Welcome to the crossroads of non-committal decisions and existential dread, where the road less travelled is just a side street you should have taken. The mysteries here are as profound as a puddle is deep, and just as reflective.
Here lies the truth, wrapped in irony: "turn left" is the universe's way of saying, "you probably should have gone right," but who's keeping score? These itineraries of indecision are paved with good intentions and questionable GPS accuracy.
Did you ever wonder why the road signs whisper urgent prophecies like "Detour Ahead" or "Road Work"? Perhaps they are mere echoes of a cosmic bureaucracy, endlessly processing travel permits for the afterlife.
In the grand scheme of the asphalt revelations, the odometer spins tales of forgotten dreams, while speed limits mock our desperate need for velocity in a world that favors the leisurely existentialist.
Remember: every mile is a memory waiting to be regretted. Embrace the absurdity of your journey with the solemnity of a road-kill raccoon.