Every decision we make is an act of living. To choose is to shape ourselves. To hesitate, risk, fail and begin again is what gives life direction.

Yet choosing is exhausting. It demands uncertainty, responsibility and the possibility of regret.

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There is comfort in surrender. Comfort in being guided and believing something else already knows the way. And maybe that's why we give pieces of our intent away so willingly. It feels easier.

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"The end" is imaged as something almost imperceptible, as opposed to it being a catastrophe. It's a gradual exchange of trading uncertainty for certainty, curiosity for familiarity, autonomy for comfort, one decision at a time. Until eventually, our actions no longer feel like our own.

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