The Story We're Reading

The Story We're Reading

Time isn't just a clock ticking
it's a place we move through,

like walking down a hallway
where all the rooms exist at once.

Maybe fate isn't a force pushing us.
Maybe it's just the shape of the hallway itself.

And free will? That's the feeling
of choosing which door to open next.

Life isn't a straight path to somewhere unknown.
It's a book already written,

and we're turning pages,
one moment at a time.

When I look back,
the past doesn't feel finished.

It feels like a message from tomorrow
lessons planted early
for the days I'd need them most.

Every choice, every person,
every accident that wasn't really an accident
they all fit together

when you step back far enough to see.
Maybe the universe is telling one story.

And time is just how we hear it unfold.