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You know, sometimes you sit down.
wait.
plan.
mentally draw how everything should be.
just like that, clearly.
you think life follows our instructions.

but no.
it doesn't follow.
it overflows.
falls asleep.
it ignores you sometimes.
and you realize, often too late,
halfway through the wait,
that nothing will arrive, only what you were waiting for.

Obviously then,
there's no other choice.
you have to move.
without knowing if it's for the best,
without having a map,
without applause.

It's simple, just move.
break the silence a little,
grab the loose pieces
and put together something that wasn't in the plan. That's how I do it, and that's how I will.

because if you don't push,
nothing falls.
but it doesn't open either.

It's not about forcing,
it's about touching what's still
and asking if it's time.
Sometimes they say yes.
Other times they don't answer,
but you still understand that it is.

The impulse arises just
when you were about to give up.
Then you do something.
Anything.
A clumsy attempt,
A poorly dressed decision,
But something.

And it's not the same.
You changed.
From watching
to doing.
That's all it took.



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