There is a time in our life where we have two choices, and with this task it brings with it something like two voices. I debate the options in my head like it's on repeat, this decision is like choosing between two completely different streets. I ask my family for guidance, so they could help me on my way, but it seems they have chosen my path, based on what they have to say. I feel if I choose one the other will soon leave, as if I have forsaken them in their time of need. So no matter what I choose each will both be wrong, for these choices in my life is where both of them belong.