Two roads diverge in a wood and I, I took the one less travelled by...

Everyone's got an opinion. Everyone thinks they know best. Everyone thinks they are right. (No, really, they are, you just don't see it.)

An eye for an eye they say. An eye for an eye, fuck the person who fucked you, make them bleed, make them scream. Make them cry.

But what if it's you that has to make the choice, be the bad guy, cut the eye out, let the blood? What if it's you that has to live with the consequence? Because, what if no-one's right? What if there is no right answer? There isn't always.

What if all roads, all the roads lead to upset, to sadness, to displacement, to devastation?

What if the choice is so hard that the only option you can see is to pluck your own eyes out instead? To forgoe the choice. To pass it over. Give it to someone else.

What happens then?