I look up and see those shoes hanging, swaying in the cold breeze, right beneath the red light. It's strange how something so ordinary like a pair of shoes and a traffic signal can stir up this deep, aching feeling. That red light feels like a warning, a call to stop, as if life itself is telling me to pause, to think. It's a reminder of all the moments I felt held back, caught in place, waiting for some green light to push me forward.
Those shoes, left behind, feel like an echo of all the dreams left hanging, all the hopes stalled at a red light, unable to move. I think about how often I've stood at my own crossroads, stuck in hesitation, uncertain of what lies beyond if I just go. The light remains red, the shoes dangle, and life feels suspended, caught between here and the unknown.
Yet, maybe there's a kind of hope in that waiting. Maybe, just like at any light, there's a promise that it'll eventually turn green. Maybe we're all just waiting, holding on, believing that one day, we'll be able to step f… 1 reply
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