IRC-Galleria

Situations never ceased to emerge. Solutions were an episode by themselves, but usually they were manageable - in terms of either a clear right solution existing or comparatively better alternatives creating a show inside the situation. A process always happened sooner or later, and occasionally she had the rare opportunity to pull a double take, even triple, if she was lucky. This game was one she seldom lost, and she could remember none such a case.

So when she was finally facing a junction, where all considerable paths were positive, and of equal value, she was hesitantly puzzled. Unless she could pull the impossible and make the paths intersect, she would have to dismiss the other. Even though not covered - making a decision felt like giving up something: every decision that had led this far, distilled to the point where all the alternatives were the best. The paths were viciously unlikely to overlap, and trying to force them could mean a path of pure loss would follow. Making a selection at this point would inevitably render half of the previous ones fruitless. Making a selection would also mean giving up the alternative future. So all the while half of her past would die, so would half of her future. Inevitably. No double take this time.

And she was supposed to finally be happy, had her life led to the point she can no longer make bad decisions. A single honest compromise could hurt more than a life in a tube: knowing a larger life exists is more painful than living in the narrowest one.