I choose my reality

There’s a glass in front of me. They say it’s just glass. But inside that glass there’s all the road I’ve walked and all the roads I was too afraid to take. Inside that glass I saw my days: heavy stones tucked into my pockets as if carrying weight were a duty. Rough gravel scraping every decision, fine sand slipping through before I could even hold it. And the water… the one that seeps in through the cracks I left open, even where I never wanted to look. And so I ask myself: how many times did I make room for things that had no right to cling to me, just because I feared the empty space? I choose my reality, even when it shakes, even when it hurts. I put order back inside me like after an earthquake: I gather what’s still standing and build a new beginning. I choose my reality, because no one else will do it for me. In the reflection of the glass I saw the cracks: half-kept promises, excuses polished far too well, fears parked in my chest that made me believe I was moving while I was standing still. Enough. I don’t want to believe my lies anymore. I brush away the sand that chokes me, the gravel pulling me down, and keep only what breathes with me. I choose my reality, even when I forget how to do it. Water turns into flame, burns the excess, cuts through the past. I choose my reality with no excuses, no discounts. If I ignite my fire, the dark becomes a path. Now that glass burns like a wound, but warms like a hand that saves you at the very last second. It hurts when I can’t forgive myself, it shines when I finally can. And I want to blaze, not shrink. I tune myself to the world, like a tightened string finally vibrating in the right note. I no longer wait for life to choose for me: I call it in, with my voice, with my fire. I choose my reality, even when I must fall. And if I fall, I rise: every impact is a lesson, every lesson a step. I choose my reality and hold it close to my heart. If I choose love, I turn to light; if I choose fear, I break a little. But not today. Today I vibrate. Today I create who I am. A glass seems like nothing, until you pour truth into it. Then it burns. And it lights the way.