A fork stuck in the road

Decisions are deceptions; paths may never lead you anywhere. In a game where the rules state that you cannot win, draw or forfeit, the only true winner is the one who looses by fewer points.
After being lost in a dark perilous wood for longer than you can remember, you finally come across a way out; a new path spreads beneath your feet, urging you to go forward. But the new path as a conundrum in its own existence, the path is divided; one road faces north, the other faces south. Both roads seem dangerous, both are unknown, the perils that may be found ahead can only be imagined.
The certainty of the decision is that whichever path your steps choose to take, you shall leave a precious part of you behind. And then you try to stall, gain time in the hope of a draw, which is, in fact, impossible. Without noticing it, you risk the most painful of all defeats, the worst possible score.
Decisions are forks stuck in your road; the true virtue lays in the wit to choose the least of defeats, the least of two evils. How can you ever decide which trounce is the better?
And you find yourself stuck in the middle of your crossroad, gazing at both paths with blown out eyes, waiting for an answer that may never come. Faith? The only true faith is the belief in yourself. And, in a nutshell, this is what life is all about.