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The Violence of Decision

There is a quiet violence in deciding. Not announcing it. Not dressing it up in explanations. Not soft launching your courage to see who claps first. Just deciding, alone, in the dark, where it is only you and the truth. Most people do not lack motivation. They lack the willingness to feel discomfort. We say we are thinking it through, but what we are really doing is protecting ourselves from the burn of commitment. Delay feels intelligent. Mature. Responsible. But it is often just fear wearing a suit. Indecision is not harmless. It does something to you. Every time you tell yourself next week, your body listens. Your nervous system takes notes. It learns that your word bends. That your urgency is negotiable. And confidence does not die in one dramatic failure. It erodes quietly through small, repeated betrayals of yourself. There is a law beneath all of this. Cause and effect. Action creates consequence. But so does inaction. The call you avoid still creates distance. The move you p...

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