/lit/ - Literature

Here's mine:

Atop the mountain, my eyes swept the horizon. Innumerable paths diverging in all directions lay before me--all well-worn, all more travelled by than the one before it. I turned to my father and said “I’d like to go where someone has never been before, but every road I look down is neatly paved and brightly lit.” He slowly drew in a breath and replied “Well, if every road has been trod a thousand times, I guess you’ll have to learn to fly.” With that, we looked up, in perfect silence, at the stars.

Thoughts?