There are 2 paths laid before you. One is very rocky, full of thorns, incredible inclines, chasm's that must be lept over, and every sort of hinderance one could imagine. At the end of this path can be seen a beautiful city where there is a room prepared for you. The other path is smooth, with many places to rest, and all sort of amusement to occupy your time. But the end of this path is blurry, only hues of orange and red, and every so often a foul odor or distant scream can be sensed, but the pleasantries of the path continue to distract from the path's end.
The people on the rocky path can see those on the smooth path and beg them to come over for the journey, and to look at where both paths lead, but cannot force them over. Those on the smooth path mock those on the rocky path, trying to coax them over for immediate comfort.
At all times there are individuals who find the rocky path too much to endure and cross over to the smooth path. Likewise there are those on the smooth path who become dissatisfied with instant gratification and self purpoe who cross over to endure the rocky path.
Till an end is reached there is freedom to switch paths, both ends may be seen but the intoxication with self makes the end of the smooth path hard to accept, untill self is set aside.
The ultimate choices; ease now or later, comfort now or later, weeping now or later, the easy path or the difficult path ( you get the idea, they're called the beatitudes). We all choose blessedness or woe!!