In my time, I have found that the paths are infinite, if you choose to look for them. I was raised to believe it was all very black and white, right and wrong, good and evil. There was us, and there was them, and they were the enemy meant to perish at our hand. But experience has taught me otherwise. Our two roads are joined at many junctures, and those smaller paths may take us somewhere unexpected.
Where they ultimately lead depends on your sense of futility. Do you believe in being destined for greatness? Or is it all simply a waste of time, as we return to dust at the end of our lives?