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The Trial The day passed like any other, at least on the outside. I went, I listened, I waited. I told myself not to expect too much — expectations have a way of making things louder than they need to be. The names were read. Mine wasn’t. There wasn’t much else to it. No moment worth replaying, no clear reason to hold onto. Just a quiet understanding that this particular door wasn’t opening. I left with the same things I arrived with — my shoes, my bag, my thoughts. And maybe a little more awareness than before. It’s easy to tell yourself that not everything is meant to work out. That timing matters. That choices are made from angles you’ll never see. All of that can be true at once. What lingers isn’t the decision itself, but the pause that follows it. The brief moment where you stand between effort and outcome, unsure of what to carry forward and what to leave behind. For now, I’m choosing not to make this mean anything more than it has to. Some things don’t continue — not because t...