Here I stand on a divinding line. On both sides of me are family and friends who have varying opinions on the direction my life should take. Neither side can realize the existence of the other. I hate one side even though they are probably right and I love the other even though they are probably wrong. They continue shouting their opinions slowly wearing down my ears. I dont’ know how much longer I can take it. In the end I dont’ think either of them are right. But I don’t know how to let them know. Finally both sides come with the same solution. They hand a loaded gun and say that in order to escape I must destroy the other side. Needless to say I can’t decide between my hatred and my need to be right much less the fact that they are family and friends. Finally I come to the conclusion, Neither of them is right. I put their guns to head. Boths sides scream for me to stop. With my last breath I say “too little, too late”