There comes a moment, a silent crossing, almost imperceptible, where turning back slips away as an option. The ground feels different, as if something has shifted, as if each step now falls heavier with consequence. One might wonder, what lies beyond? A pull forward, an unspoken invitation into the unknown, and yet, the familiar fades, blurs, as though it never truly belonged to you.

To retreat, an idea that once seemed so near, becomes a foreign concept, an echo of a life outgrown. The mind quiets, choices sharpen into a single point. And perhaps, this is where one steps away from the weight of regret, the shadows of choices past, toward the hope of beginning again, a chance to carve a new path, to live freely, shaped not by the past but by the person now ready to be.

A nerdy birdy interested in clouds and yellow flowers.