You are wrestling. I know the texture of that wrestling. It is 2:00 AM and the ceiling is a blank screen for your worst-case scenarios. It is the taste of cold coffee and the weight of a phone you can’t bring yourself to use. You have been told that a “good decision” is a clean one, no mess, n…
You are wrestling. I know the texture of that wrestling. It is 2:00 AM and the ceiling is a blank screen for your worst-case scenarios. It is the taste of cold coffee and the weight of a phone you can…
You are wrestling. I know the texture of that wrestling. It is 2:00 AM and the ceiling is a blank screen for your worst-case scenarios. It is the taste of cold coffee and the weight of a phone you can’t bring yourself to use. You have been told that a “good decision” is a clean one, no mess, no casualties, no looking back. That is a lie. A lie sold by people who have never had to choose between two versions of their own soul. Every worthy decision leaves scars. The question is not whether you will bleed, but whether the wound will heal into a scar you can live with, or fester into a bi…

