Each moment comes into being,
with every decision we make.
The past, the present, and the future,
a collection of instances
birthed by the paths we take.
We are free to choose, to decide,
to carve ourselves into shape.
Yet this freedom bears a heavy weight,
because once it is chosen,
its finality becomes our ultimate fate.
Good or bad, right or wrong,
Choices give us form,
until we are nothing more,
and nothing less,
than the sum of each “no” and “yes”
Published on
January 09, 2026 01:28
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