Just like that?

A break-up, moving out, a new car.

A kiss, taking on a new job, staying put.

A punch, falling down, yelling.

When others are the protagonists, we demand a preamble.

If it’s us, we might ruminate and share, but the very decisions are made in a split second. Always.

It’s liberating to realise that the nature of decisions is instant. It puts everyone’s preambles in context. What’s done is done, by the last man standing, just a second before showtime.

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