Those two doors in that life wall

 Two routes of life
One smooth and all pleasure, all the way through
god says hell

One route all paved with challenges just big enough
A utopian existence they say
God permits 

Two routes of life
One obese and oily during the long summer
Intense flavour yet long years of slow decay

One route trouble laiden
continued problematic existence, all the way through
God can giggle you know

Two routes of life
You decided to ignore one as it piled rocks into your ruck
You took the other with the extra weight

One route with no base for comparison
routine excellence and compulsive prepping
fixated on those goals that would be fruit

God loves your racket
God spends the currency in your drive
God gives permission old son