Observation
We all collide. Words strike, actions ripple, presence reverberates. Each crash can ignite a thought, weld a bond, or scatter debris. For years, I dodged my part in it. Wary of the weight, the risk of nudging others off course. Then it clicked. To shape is a choice.
Embracing this settled me. I guide, I anchor, I prod when the moment calls. I am not the core; I am the spark in the wake. To collide is to create. And I choose creation.
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