In the realm of choices, one must always remember: the grass is perpetually greener on the side you've never visited.
As fate would have it, our path diverged in a wood, but who carries the tool to split fate into divisible decimals?
Choose wisely, or at least, choose whimsically. For when you arrive at a junction, ponder not the convergence, but rather the splendid isolation of being alone yet together.
Consider the following dilemmas:
- Should the glass be half full, or is it optimistically empty?
- Do we bake the cake, or simply nap through the instruction manual?
- At what point does procrastination become productive, or just a sinister symphony of planned chaos?