Paths and options

I can't help but wonder what the fly buzzing over my head is really thinking. With such a short life span, why does this fly insist on spending most of his life in my living room. His buzzing is really starting to wear me down.
On a separate note, I can't help but to wonder how many different roads we're faced with when it comes to life. It seems in the past few months, a road I thought I was taking suddenly forked, and thus, new choices were available. While Robert Frost might have taken the one less traveled, it appears I took the one where the bricks were worn down to stubs, the dirt was compacted and the choices were easy.
I wonder if the fly in my living room might have taken a different road had he been given the option.
Also, what makes us take different paths in life? No one likes change, or most of us don't while others thrive on it, but isn't change inevitable.
I'm going to work towards a new change, a better one. One that might boost the realm of civilization to a new high. I'm going to write more, creatively. For too long I've been imprisoned in the journalistic world, forced to write about a pie-eating contest or awards ceremony, that I've forgotten what sort of things I can pull from the depths of my own head that didn't revolve around quotes from other people.
So be warned Internet, I'm bringing baby back.
On a side note, I'm broke. Please send money.