You've been walking a long time.
Confident. Purposeful.
But when did you choose it?
Some stars get handed to you early.
Parents point. Culture insists.
And you follow because the path was already lit.
Years pass. The direction feels familiar.
Familiar enough to mistake for chosen.
The hardest navigation isn't finding your north star.
It's admitting the one you've been following was never yours.
What would you choose now if no one had chosen for you?
