"I gotta be careful."
"Gotta protect my magic ticket... only got one. Don't wanna waste it. How stupid would that be?"
"A magic ticket to anywhere... all I've got to do is make a decision and get on the train of my choice... too easy."
A train rolls into the station. It's going to Germany.
"Hmm... Germany would be nice — great food, beautiful scenery — but maybe the language barrier might be an issue; yeah, that could make it tricky. I'll give Germany a miss."
You stay in your seat. You lean forward and peer down the tracks, excited to see which train might roll in next. So many opportunities, so many amazing destinations. And you're determined to wait for just the right one.
You'll know it when you see it. You don't want to be too impulsive. You know plenty of people who have blown it, because they didn't think things through.
But you... you're a thinker. Yep, you'll wait. And wait. You're like that.
Another train rolls into the station, the doors fly open and happy, excited people pile in. Kids with big smiles abound. You look at the sign on the front; it's going to Disneyland.
"Disneyland! I've always wanted to go to Disneyland." You can't believe your luck. You get up off your seat and you move towards the door of the train. Your heart is beating faster than ever, the eight-year-old inside you is squealing with delight and the hairs on the back of your neck have jumped to attention.
Yep, this is what it's all about. You're three steps from the train when your power-stride turns into an amble. A hesitant amble.
People behind you begin to get grumpy and start bumping into each other. "What are you waiting for?" they reasonably ask.
"Err... I... aah..." you reply pathetically.
You don't know what you're waiting for. After all, the train to Disneyland is only feet away. It dawns on you that perhaps you might be making the wrong choice.