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Down the road, I see two lanes. If I choose the one at right, it suggests me to follow my parent's words. Get an average job which will get me a decent pay and an average lifestyle. Considering the kind of person I am, there is some obvious details to this future which for some reasons seem inevitable. I will grow more somber, more aloof and distant from the world and might recline into a alcoholic lifestyle wherein I hold my parents responsible for my unhappiness. 
The other lane is even less paved. This needs me to follow recklessly my passions. Unskilled, as I am, it might be even more painful to tread this road. Person like me, who hitherto has lost at all duels, lack confidence and courage to make it big down this road. If I make it, create a big banner wreathed with fame and fortune, then life would be worth sharing with someone but in case I fail, if I couldn't win over my negativity and couldn't hone and polish certain skills, then there would be no one but myself to blame. This life would be miserable and every gulp of it will make me wince in pain.
I never took any challenge head on, also never got any opportunity to project myself as worthy of my dreams. Since walking the second lane is no one time task, I would need diligence to keep re-defining myself. Do I have that consistency? I don't know.
Which road should I choose? I don't want to make this decision but somewhere inside me, there is an inclination towards one. I don't want someone else to make the decision for me, I probably won't find peace in your advice. What is the parameter upon which I should base my decision?

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