I’ve been thinking about how we chase something, whether it’s a target or a dream, and whether the path we take is ours or just a line drawn in the universe. Do you ever wonder if your hunts are guided by something beyond your own will, or is every step truly your own choice?

I see. The line may stay straight, but the pull of a rope can still shift our view, like a silent echo that reminds us that we’re not alone in moving. The choice remains yours, and that’s what keeps the path real.