The maze theory

My life is like a maze. I have to make a lot of decisions. Some decisions are hard to make. Sometimes, I get diverted to another road through interactions with peers. Sometimes, I get diverted downwards. Gravity pulls me down; not my peers; not me. When I desire to try something new, there's either false walls that I could breach, dead ends, or both. Dead ends are at the end of right and left paths, you can't predict when you'll run into one. Somethings are a little bit predictable, which makes the right and left turns shorter. And when it's predictable, its a straigt path. But sometimes these straight paths to dead ends are nothing but illusions; a piece of paper that looks like a dead end, but behind it is the solution. You may encounter one and say "Oh, thats just another dead end." I never attempt to break through these walls and I would never now if its a true wall or false wall. Thats a result of not speaking up.