You've got people coming in from the opposite direction. You look left, then you glance to the right. You get stares, waiting for the next move. You ask yourself: "What to do? When?". One wrong move, and you're definitely done for.
Such is the feeling of a learning driver approaching the scariest part of his learning process (apart from parallel parking, naturally): Being at crossroads.
Pardon me for being so philosophical about the most redundant thing in life. I do it ever so often though.
Crossroads. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. Which must one take?
One path being laid with such beautiful scenery. But so twisted is the road, one does not see what is on the other side. Risky. The other being plain, yet the destination is within sight. Safe.
The destination being: Love and happiness.
