EPTEveryone has ambitions, hobbies, jobs, and relationships that they want to pursue.
For some people, all these choices and opportunities spread out in front of them like the branches of the fig tree. I'm going to refer you guys to a verse by Sylvia Plath:
"From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked...and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Choose your branch. Follow through. Get the fattest, juiciest mother-fucking fig you can tree and take it. Don't simply watch all the figs drop dead. Choose one, motherfucker. Choose a goddamn fig and start reaching for that shit.
It took me a while to be able to choose. It's never an easy choice. I'll stand outside smoking a cigarette while I think about every eventuality and opportunity that I can live.
The time finally came for me to make a choice. I chose my branch. I smoked my cigarette to the filter.
Go all the fucking way.
