Which path are you supposed to take when you know that one is the right one but the other is what comes naturally to you? Is the right path always worth the struggle? Actually, is it ever? It might end you up in a place where you always have to follow the right path. That means letting little pieces of you chip off against the walls of the narrow corridors you'll have to fit in. Sometimes you don't realise you're losing yourself along the way; you end up with the trophy in your hand but wishing desperately that you could reverse everything and let things be the way they were before you were a winner. Life is so much easier without knowing what someone else thinks of you; rather, without ever having to worry about that. It would have been so much easier to never have to hide; never have to pretend.