I don’t believe in people. I never did. When it comes to people I can only hope.That they might do the right thing if they have to, if they are forced by circumstances. But that does not come easy. Not without a journey, without a path that led to nowhere, without the feeling of a lost battle or, maybe, a won battle. It does not come easy. Truth does not come out easy. It hides beneath simple explanations and caries us through time. It changes us. It makes us fragile. It makes us choose. And the act of choosing something over something else carries a meaning of you. Of everything you are and have become until that point in time when you choose another way. Or simply wait until it chooses you. It tricks you into believing that this is you. This decision. This choice. And it’s not true. It’s not you. Not entirely. It’s just a piece of what you are. Because you can be much more or much less. And the outcome of the moment when you had to choose follows you through time and tells a story of you. Do you believe the story?
the test
