CHOICES

We are creatures of choice,

walking paths woven by threads of thought.

Each decision a quiet ripple, spreading far beyond our sight,

carving the shape of our days, the rhythm of our nights.

We live upon the weight of “yes” and “no,”

on roads we’ve paved with footsteps forged in the heat of hesitation,

or in the cold certainty of purpose.

Our lives are the stories of turns we took,

of bridges crossed or burned,

of doors opened, and those left forever shut.

Fate whispers, but we answer with our will.

We carry the echoes of each step,

learning that even stillness is a choice,

and silence speaks as loudly as a shout.

In the end, our lives are not written in the stars,

but traced in the decisions we’ve made.

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