I was cruising along deep within the maze (shrouded in a thick fog of course) at a slow but leisurely pace in my trusty red car the other day when i suddenly came upon what appeared to be an expressway. It called out to me (the expressway, that is), and promised me a fast, enjoyable ride to the place that i wished to find, if only i would take that road. I was a little uncertain at first, but being an open-minded and sporting chap, i couldn't resist trying out different ways and means to reach my destination. Who knows, maybe it'll actually be for the best.
I'm travelling on that expressway right now, and although the road is devoid of traffic lights or sharp turns, my surroundings are still shrouded in a near impenetrable fog. Although things seem to be going really well, i just can't help but wonder sometimes whether this expressway would truly lead me to my destination, or whether it would just lead me straight into a dead end. And at the speed that i'm going, i might just crash head-first into that dead end and kill myself.
Well, i'm not exactly saying that fast is bad, but i suppose that i might want to take a detour and go by the normal, slow, mazy, yet nevertheless foggy and uncertain route, after a while on the fast track. Because somehow, i just have the feeling that i'm more familiar with the slower route, and going by that route would mean screw-ups of a smaller magnitude; although fast is great, i just don't want to leave any room for serious risks. And sometimes, there are sights and sounds and itsy bitsy details that you can see and experience while travelling the slow road that you'd never be able to enjoy on the fast track.
Anyway, time to leave school and go home. Whichever way i go by, the final destination is all that matters.
