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--- Because this— This was no longer about balance. --- This was about decision. --- And whatever came next— Would not leave the world the same.

Same answer. The decision was stable under all conditions I'd tested it under. That was what I needed to know. I'd been making decisions that had to be stable under difficult conditions for years. I knew how to test them. I knew the difference between a decision that was present and a decision that held. This one held.

<<14>> * Everytime you lose at something, you are one step closer to winning the next time. * **** ----- Joseph ------ I'd always been an expert at decision making. “ Don't think of the odds, just follow your Intuition. ” Has been my mantra. But now? I'm faced with a tough decision which requires me not to only follow my intuition, but also my heart as this concerns two ladies in my life. One is my best friend of over five years and the second is the love of my life, Vera Lynn.

Cassian lets out a slow breath. “Then I can’t stay here.” Adrian looks at him. That was expected. “You think stepping out there changes anything?” Adrian asks. Cassian meets his gaze. “I think staying here limits everything.” A pause. “I can’t control anything from here.” Adrian studies him carefully. “You’re not wrong,” he says. Cassian doesn’t move. Doesn’t push. He waits. Because this this is the real decision. “You leave,” Adrian says slowly, “you don’t come back the same way.”

"People don't make their best decisions when they're comfortable. They make them when they're off balance." Something shifted in his expression, just a fraction, but I saw it. Interest. "Off balance can be risky," he said, closing the folder. "Only if you don't know where they'll land," I countered. For a second, it was just the two of us and the steady hum of the city outside his window. Then he leaned back, studying me like a puzzle he intended to solve. "I'll give you room to run with this," he said finally. "But if it fails—"

“I don’t even know if I want to keep this baby.” The words hung between them. Richard didn’t react immediately. He took a moment. “Whatever decision you make,” he said slowly, “make it from a place of clarity, not fear. Don’t decide today. Don’t decide tomorrow. Give yourself time.” She looked down at her stomach. Her hand hovered there but didn’t touch. “My mind keeps telling me to run. To end it. To escape. But something else… something quieter… keeps telling me to stay. To protect this.”

"I don't want to let him go, but at the same time, I don't want to stay in a marriage that's not working. I'm so confused." Derek nodded sympathetically. "I get it," he said. "But here's the thing: you can't make a decision based on fear or obligation. You need to make a decision based on what's best for you." He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "You deserve to be happy, and if that means moving on from your marriage, then so be it. But if you're staying in the marriage out of fear or obligation, then you're not doing yourself any favors."

I looked at him. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “That’s not an answer,” he snapped. “It’s the only true one,” I replied. The elder raised a hand for calm. “We must discuss this among ourselves.” “Yes,” I said. “Without me.” That caused another ripple. “You’re leaving?” someone asked. “No,” I said. “I’m stepping back.” Kairos glanced at me sharply, but I shook my head slightly. “If I stay in this space,” I continued, “every decision becomes about me. That’s how certainty wins. It turns choice into a hostage situation.”

A place shaped by use rather than intention. Arthur sat on a low rock and let the day pass through him without interception. Thoughts came more freely here. He considered how often, in the past, he had mistaken motion for escape and stillness for stagnation. How he had loaded decisions with moral weight they did not deserve. Stay meant failure. Go meant courage. Or the reverse, depending on the year. None of those equations held now. Staying was simply staying. Leaving was simply leaving. Meaning accrued later, if at all.

Then, he returned to his study, picked up the phone, and his voice turned cold and sharp—nothing like before. “Do it.”