Random food for thought…
There is a quiet moment before every decision that matters. A breath held between what is and what could be. In that very little space, the mind races… measuring risk, weighing failure, crafting excuses so elegantly they almost sound like logic.
It’s tempting to stay in that moment, to wait until doubt disappears, until certainty arrives wrapped in reassurance. But certainty never comes first. It’s not a prerequisite for action….it’s a product of it.
Every person you admire, every story that moved you, every legacy that lasts, was built by someone who stood at the same crossroads. Someone who felt the same scepticism, but stepped forward regardless.
Not because they were fearless. But because they refused to let fear be the author of their story.
I’ve been having a lot of these quiet moments lately, and out of nowhere…this thought struck me. So I figured I’d come here and share it too.