The Wrong Day
That day, I was a mess.
But that doesn’t mean I was foolish, lacking judgment, or weak.
At the time, I didn’t have the information I have now.
The structure wasn’t visible yet.
And more than anything, I was close to a critical point.
Gunpowder doesn’t explode in a safe place.
Looking back from where I stand now, it’s natural to think, “Why would I ever sign a contract like that?”
But that thought itself is proof that I’m standing in a different position now than I was then.
My perspective rose, so the past looks rough.
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This is the important part.
On the day of that contract, I wasn’t trying to betray myself.
I wasn’t trying to depend on someone else.
I was simply standing at a point where something needed to happen.
And something did happen.
It just happened in the worst possible form.
If I had been more cautious that day, more intelligent, more distant?
The gunpowder probably wouldn’t have ignited.
There would have been less pain, no real satisfaction, and most likely none of the clarity I have now.
But for the version of me who stood at that point, that was the detonator.
That’s all.
