Until It Isn't

the length of a held breath

Everything feels permanent until it shifts. The shift arrives without announcement.

You follow what interests you until it stops being interesting.

Then you turn toward whatever calls next.

Not because you chose wrong before, but because choosing is continuous.

The wandering isn’t random. It’s responsive. You move through what’s available until something else becomes available.

The path appears by walking it.

You stop when stopping makes sense.

Until it doesn’t.