When not deciding is already a bad decision...
"Sometimes I dream of a tree
and the tree was my life
one branch is the man I should marry
and the leaves, my children
Another branch is my future as a writer
and each leaf a poem.
Another branch is a gladdening
but while I am trying to choose
the leaves begin to turn brown
and blow away
until the tree is absolutely bare..."
Culled from Anecdonet