Brave the complexity

"Yes you may have everything you ever wanted. Here it is."
He lays it all out in fron tof me. The house, the cars, the wife, the kids, the damnation, the boredom, the perfection, the partnership, the degree, the finish, the end, the security, the fear of not knowing fear, the pain, the joy, the blissful ignorance.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a metaphor for your ambition. Or lack thereof depending on your economic standing. Tell me, are you disinclined to work for what you want? Do you even know what you want? Hint: that is a trick question."
"I'm confused. I work for what I want right now. Everything else I just figure will come at some point."
"Very good!" He takes boredom and damnation off the table.
"And I guess that once I find something I'm passionate about i'll go for it."
"Great!" He takes blissful ignorance off the table.
"And I... I'm not sure what..." I trail off.
"Excellent!"
He takes it all away. He tells me to leave and I do. He tells me to walk home on a different path than I did last time. I take my first steps and remember that I did this last time. I take steps in the other direction and feel the pit of my stomach well up in disagreement. I push through and turn right ending up on the same street as last time. I make my way home trying to change things, but every street looks the same. He told me to do it and I did it. I still ended up at home. My mom still badgers me about college. I still say I'm not sure. Nothing is more clear. Only my ambition dwindles. The more anyone tells me, the less I want to have a reason to be told. Brave the comlexity.