When faced with difficult decisions in life, I always agonize over which is the right choice to make. I stumbled upon this poem by Spanish poet, Antonio Machado, when it was quoted by a speaker in the General Assembly, and it put a new spin on things for me. Maybe there is no pre-existing path, let alone a right path…

Traveller, the path is your tracks
And nothing more.
Traveller, there is no path
The path is made by walking.
By walking you make a path
And turning, you look back
At a way you will never tread again.
Traveller, there is no road
Only wakes in the sea.