The Right-Left Road

As you take a turn back to the left, the vibrant green dulls down a bit as brown leaves appear in the trees and the bushes have less flowers than before. The path is not just sand anymore, there is dirt mixed in with it, making it look like dirty, tainted sand. Although joy is still the most prominent feeling, sadness creeps in just a bit. Reaching the end of the road, you step into what looks like a park. You hear ducks happily quacking in the pond ahead and children are playing, laughing. It looks to be a beautiful place altogether. The people look happy and healthy, but they seem bored of their perfect lives. As you walk to the left, the green slowly transitions into grey, dull buildings. In the middle of the town you are met by the same old man you have met before (although he denies it and keeps talking about his brothers), who looks healthy and happy as he sits with his tea. Before taking up your forever home in the town, the man gives you one final piece of advice: “The difference between a good life and a bad life is how well you walk through the fire.”