A simple story: the road you should walk on is yours to find. No one can point it to you on the map. You have to fight and struggle and cry and scream to find it, and once you've found it, oh, well... just keep it.
At crossroads, decisions don't come easy, but they are better that no decision at all.
My road was long ago already found. Somehow, I chose to lose it. From an unjustified fear, I guess. And now I must chase the dust away from my compass, and even from my old map, and try to find it again. If I could only shake the fear away! I'll get a good hold again on my trusted guiding hand (hold me tight!), I'll accept the fact that some things cannot be changed. But no one can show me the road. I and only I am supposed to sniff the old traces leading me back. With a new mind.
(Don't mind the words, I just had to say it. Even thou I know it makes no sense to you :)... My World is a bit confused right now.)