Choose the door that scares you because it’s yours; the tidy one is just applause with better lighting, and a life curated for approval is a windowless room where wonder can’t breathe.
The heart isn’t asking permission, it’s issuing coordinates and judgment is only a habit you can break by widening the circle until no one stands outside it.
If love redraws borders like rivers redraw maps, the bravest act, maybe.,, just maybe is to stop auditioning for your own role and step into the scene already written in your chest.
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