When it all feels like a dumpster fire, it’s hard to see over the sides.

We end up waiting for The Moment.

That crack in the wall.

The sun shining through.

A lucky break that will free us.

When the truth is that The Moment is made of other moments.

Decisions.

Choices.

It’s a collective, not a singular event, built of all the branchings we took to get to where we are.

And to where we’re going.

It’s not about finding the key that unlocks the future.

It’s about making the key.

Like most good things, it’s simple.

Just not so easy.

And we’re not always afforded that choice.

But.

If you have a choice?

You’re still here.

Still in it.