Often, it resists resolution, preferring instead to entertain contradiction. There’s a strange comfort in hesitation, a thrill in being provoked—because in those uncertain moments, the mind is most alive, exploring the edge of what could be.
But then, something changes. A flicker of clarity appears. The noise quiets. A decision emerges—not always loudly, but with undeniable weight. And once the mind is made up, that choice takes root.
It stands, weathered and unmoving. It matters less which door you choose—because whichever one you walk through, something is going to bloom. A truth. A lesson. A version of you that didn’t exist before.
Don’t wait too long. Time has a way of narrowing the paths before us. What once felt wide and full of promise begins to fade into a single thread. And there you are, standing still at the crossroads, watching the horizon pull farther away.
So move—boldly, even if uncertainly. The mind may be complex, but the heart knows when it’s time to step forward.
