Beginning to the End

In life, people are constantly forced to make choices.

To advance or to retreat.

To stop or to continue.

And so on.

Everytime I see myself standing in those crossroads and I find myself in this exact situation all the time. Wherein I would constantly choose the wrong roads.

The more I choose, the more I seem to fail.

I waited in front of the crossing, waiting for the light to turn green, a bag of snacks clutched in hand. The roads are empty, but I have always been a stickler for rules, and did not mind waiting.

I soon found out that this choice of going outside to get some snacks is also the wrong choice.

With the loud roaring of a car engine and flash of headlights coming towards me. Everything is going on so quickly that I had no chance to react as a car crashed onto me.

I wonder if I would make better choices in my next life?

That was my last thought as everything becomes dark.