the xxxxxx tragedy

[stealingtime]

One day ages ago, two selves diverged in a dark wood. Which one is the true self?

Which one is braver, the well worn path of the selves natural inclination presents far greater risk then the little traveled path of conventional morality. Which path offers the greatest rewards, the greatest chance for courage and valor?

When the paths diverged all those years ago did I go left or right, wide or narrow, which self is my true self?

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