Sometimes, life feels like an empty room where climbing, waiting, or simply hesitating are equally valid.Before every step, a stair appears. Before every thought, a bench. Most of the time, we choose without knowing whether we are ascending toward something — or merely moving away from something else.Each step is a question.Each pause, a quieter one. And then there’s the choice to sit.To go nowhere.To watch, silently, as the light spills through the window and sketches out possibilities we’ll never […]
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