In a sense, I spent years cultivating the life I’ve wanted, for me, chosen by me.

I look over everything, and realize I am satisfied at this point. Knowing there is more ahead of me doesn’t unsettle my soul the way it used to.

There’s only one thing that hasn’t changed, but I’ve learned that oftentimes, people choose to be unmovable. Up until they realize there’s a chance to move against you.

With that, instead of fear, I choose to laugh. I also choose to bring it up, talk about it then let it go. When acting towards a goal, good or bad is a choice. You can never say you didn’t mean to do or say something after it’s been done.

I believe apologies can be sincere, I know the difference between actually meaning it…and saying sorry to move into the next moment. Waiting to strike again, only to say you’re sorry again, “I didn’t mean it.” “My life is hard, you don’t understand.”

For a while, this confiscated my thoughts, when I realized I choose to be kind or ill. It’s the same for everyone, apologies don’t make poor behavior excusable.

Now that I no longer linger where I choose not to be, my vision is clearer.

That’s a beautiful thing.