Who wants to not be able to move or choose or do what needs to be done?
No one, that's who.
Yet here we are.
We are, day after day, pushing against the paralyzing indecision.
We wonder too much about how we will be okay without doing much about it.
We strive and try and cry and do things to feel alive.
Yet here we are.
What is this life but a series of questions gone unanswered?
Until—one day—something happens.
Something good and unexpected but expected at the same time.
We are ready for it all, all the joy and pain, and how it now makes sense.
Almost.
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