Suppose you are walking down a dark corridor ...and there are shafts of light between some pillars, and even brighter lights at a potential end. Most exits are also entrances. You know you are on a pathway to leave where you are presently ...but where does it lead??

Yes, there are choices ...with times of little direction, and times of an abundance of various directions.  You can study, discern, and even listen to advice ...but ultimately, you must decide.

There is no general consensus whether it is better to have much direction concerning many choices, or whether it is preferable to have less options.  Often several options is best, and other times it's best to have limited options to choose from.  I guess that depends on whether adding options allows the introduction of the best option, or would initially having the best option only court doubt by the promotion of alternative ones?

Our choices define other choices. If we choose one path, we may not precisely see where that leads, but we do see we are faced with the choices based upon our previous decisions.

We may feel we are faced with a 'door of opportunity' ...or we could say, 'opportunity is knocking'.  The steps we must take may be clear.  It may even be exciting ...why would we ever want to turn back?

But there are shadows, and corners ...and we don't know for sure what may be lurking, nor what actually does lie behind that door.

Perhaps we feel the best course is to follow where the majority have gone ...you know, comfort in numbers. Yet, there is something about a light being a lamp unto my feet.  And I am not too comfortable about going a way based solely upon numbers. There is something about 'wide is the path to destruction'.  Just maybe if we didn't put our light under a bushel, the majority would not go the destructive route.

These are telephone booths, though they look more like using a Porta-Potty ...in a game of dominoes.  We seldom see a phone booth anymore, as most people have cell phones.  And the frequency of calls has increased, while in times past people may have wondered who they could possibly call.

There was a time when things were a bit different. Back at the beginning of time, it must have been devastating to think of the Cain-Abel tragedy. People didn't know what to say.  Until finally, "And Adam knew his wife again, and she bore a son and named him Seth, 'For God has appointed another seed for me instead of Abel, whom Cain killed.'  And as for Seth, to him also a son was born; and he named him Enosh. Then men began to call on the name of the LORD."

It seems we have to occupy all our time with our friendly gadgets of communication, yet are we steadily getting away from calling upon God??