The following picture isn’t quite as dark an image as I’d like to convey, but it’s the best I could come up with in my quick search of my photo archive.
I have many doors to choose from, which I realise makes me very fortunate indeed. The trouble is, with so many options, which one do I choose? Behind which one does happiness lie? Which door opens onto the path to contentment?
Pop quiz hotshot: You’re 28, it’s October 2004. What do you do?