If I choose the wide road, I’ll learn to love its noise.
If I choose the narrow path, I’ll feel the hush of trees.
If I choose to wait, the moment will choose me.
If I choose wrongly, the wrong may ripen into right.
If I don’t choose at all, perhaps life has already chosen.
If I wander off the map, strange flowers will greet me.
If I stumble down the wrong lane, new rivers will appear.
If I lose my way, I’ll find sights no guide could promise.
If I’m late arriving, I’ll arrive to a softer dawn.
If I turn “wrong,” it may be the only way to see the hidden world.
If I admit it’s magic, I no longer need to know.
If I lean into wonder, the logic falls away.
If I trust the unseen, it trusts me back.
If I stop asking why, the path unfolds.
If I believe, perhaps that is the only decision I must make.
If I do what I can with what I have, it is enough.
If I take one small step, the road becomes real.
If I plant one seed, the forest begins.
If I breathe and begin, nothing more is needed.
If I live this way, every choice becomes a blessing.
Created by Mark Salmon with the IMMachines: Creativity Engine GPT
