Two roads, two paths ..

Two men walked through the desert and about something emotionally argued.
One, all the time, licking his dry lips with a yellowish dry coating stiffened on them, was proving something to another companion, but he only contemptuously frowned and laughed: "your words are insane," and in turn he began to make his own ideas.
And soon the first impatiently interrupted the second, and it all began from the beginning.
Each of them proved his rightness, trying to demonstrate his power, tried to convince in his words and turn to his faith.

Soon night fell and the argument turned into a quarrel, and the hostility between them was already ready to break out.
And everyone shouted to the other that he did not need him and he could do without him.
And then they decided to go apart, each his own way.
They were overtaken by a cold gloomy night. And around it was a desert.

And the first stepped confidently into the darkness. But soon he heard behind himself the steps of his companion and thought:"What power is in me!" He followed me, because he can not do without me".

"All the same as he is weak, you must follow him to protect him from troubles and dangers, otherwise it will lie on my conscience" -thought at this time another, catching up with the first.

But these were only internal excuses, the fear to admit oneself weak.
But the right answer is not weak, but wise, and take the first step.