Going in multiple directions is touted to be better than one; it's better to have two hands than one, a double rainbow is twice the taste.
My two ways are the hard way or no way; I'm a car that will speed down the highway going 100mph to a destination I've never heard of with a turnout sign that hasn't been made.
I'm a stalled out car on a hill. I'm a little beater car that should have been lifted for spare pieces years ago, but instead of caring for my parts I've made myself die on a mountain made out of molehills.
I can drive myself hard in either direction both of them end up with me digging dirt. One I'll bury all of my ideals, and the other I'll dig up all the reasons I never should have been driving in the first place.
Sometimes I plan to do everything, and other times planning is everything.