I make the right decision not because I want to be good, but because I am afraid of the risks. Or rather, I don’t believe in risks. This is not about cynicism, but about the ability to know with “certainty” the way things will happen in the end. This is about results. This is about life as narrative. There is the beginning, the middle, and the end. Or if you are like me, this is about the beginning and then nothing else.
To turn the page signals not faith, but a certain knowing. There is the correct ending and there is the other one, the ending that could only be true by taking the path less explored. What I am saying is that I have lived by self-imposed rules and morals and codes. They have kept me stubborn. But I am not grounded. Risks are true. I think, that is what I didn’t do, but now I am doing it, and it is just as okay as before. Nothing bad can happen from believing you are always right, until you are proven wrong. Life is not clean and perfect. Things don’t always make sense. We can not control the world around us. Shit happens. And then you figure out what is next. That, of course, is what is most difficult. It’s a process
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