The Choice

I never know if the choice I make is right or wrong until I make it.

That’s the strange, beautiful weight of being human. We stand at crossroads every day; some small, some that will shape our entire lives. We pause, we overthink, we wait for certainty. But certainty never comes.

It is only in the living, in the stepping forward, that the truth of a choice unfolds. Sometimes it blooms into joy. Sometimes it crumbles into regret. But even then, it carries a lesson we could not have learned standing still.

Maybe the point was never about right or wrong. Maybe it was always about courage. About daring to live, to try, to feel, even at the risk of failing.

Because a choice made in truth, even if it breaks you; is never wasted.