The War

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I used to think change came with some big, defining moment — a grand victory — or that failing came with some catastrophic collapse you could see coming from miles away. In reality, it’s the small, almost unseen moments that decide who you will become. Regret isn’t always about what we’ve done—it’s about what we failed to do. Every choice, every behavior, every breath is a swing of the blade toward one side or the other. The war isn’t somewhere out there; it’s in me, in the split‑second decisions no one sees, in the whispers I choose to listen to or turn away from.

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