In life, we are often burdened with the weight of choice. Every day, we are presented with decisions that seem to carry immense consequence—what career path to follow, where to live, who to spend time with. These decisions can consume us with anxiety, as though the right answer will unlock a better future and the wrong one will set everything ablaze. But the truth is, many of the choices we agonize over won’t significantly alter the course of our lives. Some will lead us in slightly different directions, but many will end in the same place: routines, memories that fade, and eventually, silence. This isn’t to say our lives are meaningless, but rather that meaning isn't always hiding behind the decisions we think are most important. Two people may take radically different paths and still end up feeling the same kind of emptiness or peace. You can move across the world, start over, change everything—and still find that you’ve brought yourself with you. The core of our experience is shaped more by how we live in the moment than by the long-term plans we try so hard to get right. Most choices aren't forks in the road leading to different lives. They’re steps in the same circle, paths that twist and turn but ultimately return us to ourselves. So perhaps it's not about choosing "right," but simply choosing—and letting go of the illusion that there’s only one correct way forward.

fuck that shit. and you.
i want to stay i want to leave