The future is infinite. Contemplating it gives me a sense of smallness and humility seldom replicated by anything else. The many ways my life could be, the million paths I could follow, the possibilities, as numerous as the stars.

Making big decisions, decisions that affect those endless possibilities, feels, if anything, even more intimidating. Knowing the results will condition the paths forever feels bonding, a reduction of freedom.

And yet, infinity divided by 2 is still infinity. There may be less paths but there are still too many to follow. The forest is smaller, but there is depth everywhere to get lost in. And sometimes, following a river is your best option to continue forward.