“I have a feeling I’ve been here before.”
“You have been here before.”
Looking out at the fork in the road observing the landscape behind the two choices. Left or right?
“What am I supposed to do here? I feel like I’m missing some piece of information.”
“I am only here to guide you through the choice. You can pick left, right or walk of the beaten path.”
“And what happens if I go, say, left?”
“I do not know.”
“Then what kind of guide are you?”
Silence…
“Alright, can you at least tell me what happens after the choice is made?”
“You begin to live again.”
“And now I have a choice… But this doesn’t seem much like a choice at all, not knowing what any of this entails!”
A shrug “Welcome to life. Or limbo. Or whatever you’d call this.”
“I’m still hesitant…”
“Listen, whatever choices you make or don’t make, it doesn’t really matter. You’ll be back here before you know it anyway…” A hint of sadness in the voice “Or so I’m told at least… Anyway, you should get going. Your new life awaits beyond the horizon!”