We chase the right decision, steady and sure,
Believing clear answers will make us secure.
We weigh every option, we stall, we delay,
Afraid that one choice might lead us astray.
But understanding is fragile, imperfect, and thin,
A lens shaped by stories, by loss, and by sin.
We choose from our wounds, from hope and from fear,
From what feels like truth in the moment we’re here.
You did not fail, you grew through the act,
Growth rewrites the meaning of what once was fact.
What felt like the wrong turn, the misstep, the fall,
Was wisdom unfolding, not failure at all.
Spiritual growth isn’t choosing what’s right,
It’s learning to walk through the dark without sight.
Intuition doesn’t promise a painless way through,
It whispers, keep going, this path leads to you.
We call it a mistake when hindsight arrives,
With clarity shaped by the lives that we’ve lived.
But back when you chose, you did all that you could,
With knowledge incomplete, yet honest and good.
Control is a comfort, a story we tell,
That certainty saves us from living too well.
But life isn’t tested by pass or by fail,
It’s lessons and love woven into the veil.
Some choices will break you, some teach you to stay,
Some only exist so you learn what to weigh.
Each step, even crooked, still moves you along,
Toward where you belong, though the road feels wrong.
The wisdom is not in deciding just right,
It’s trusting the journey through shadow and light.
Your understanding was never the flaw,
You were learning to listen, evolving in awe.
You were never meant to know every way,
Only to grow from the choices you’d make.
The path isn’t perfect, it’s human, it’s true,
And every decision is shaping you.
