sometimes there are too many crossroads in life - without any directional signs. the desperate need for a map is in vain and you trod on what you hope is the best path to your destination.
but the point between realising you're at a crossroad and setting foot on a chosen path probably lasts a grand total of infinity.
despite the abundance of choice we have and the routes we apparently set for ourselves, the voice of potential change is always at the back of our minds.
please turn up the volume.
but the point between realising you're at a crossroad and setting foot on a chosen path probably lasts a grand total of infinity.
despite the abundance of choice we have and the routes we apparently set for ourselves, the voice of potential change is always at the back of our minds.
please turn up the volume.
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