A Choice
Life’s path, cloaked in shadow, splits where we pause, caught between two currents. One road, warm with the weight of others, calls for surrender—a piece of our fire to kindle theirs. The other, stark and unshackled, glints with the lure of heights, but its steps echo alone. I’ve seen a man stand at this divide, his gaze fixed beyond the crowd. He chose the solitary climb, leaving bonds like footprints in dust. I watch, not to judge, but to ponder: what becomes of a soul that outruns its shadows? The choice is a mirror, revealing not just our intent but our mastery over ourselves. To lift others is to weave our thread into a greater design, a quiet strength that endures beyond us. Yet, to forge ahead alone is no lesser truth—it demands a ruthless clarity, a refusal to be dimmed by the weight of expectation. The man I observe moves with purpose, as if destiny carved his path. But what is purpose if it speaks only to one heart? The summit may be his, but will its silence satisfy? Freedom...