Two Paths

There are two kinds of people in this world.
There are the sort who look at life,
this series of paths branching and twisting,
and they see only the turn in front of them
that they want to take.
Look at that flower, they say,
i should investigate.
And off they go, down a new path,
thinking never again of the one they've left behind.

The other person walks through the world
and they stop at each crossroads.
They crane their necks, looking as far
as they possibly can down each trail;
maybe even wandering a bit to investigate -
not too far, of course - they have to find their way back.
And once they've picked a path,
they follow it cautiously, looking back over their
shoulder every now and again,
making sure there's nothing better behind.

The first person lives life large,
but at the end of the day, they just maybe
might wish they had a plan. They might wonder
how they got where they are:
did I have a reason to go this way? they'll think.
And, shrugging it off, they'll follow the next thrill.

The second person has always at the back of their mind
the nagging sense that they've missed something;
that somewhere along the way, they missed
the perfect path. It is a life of regret this person lives.
But, frowning to themselves, they'll follow the next
promising-looking turn.

Which path do you follow?