When humans, or animals, are threatened, we tend to react in one of three ways: fight, flight, or freeze.
Once in a while your world is shaken.
It could be a news, an event, or a person you crossed paths with.
What do you do to handle it? Her. Him. Them.
Do you seize the day?
Duck and hide?
or confront it head on?
I had a few moments like that.
I’ve seized the day—until the weight of it told me it was time to stop.
I’ve faced things directly, mostly because there wasn’t any other option. Hiding only stretches out the inevitable and will just prolong your agony.
And yet, some moments trap you in the in-between. You’re not running. You’re not fighting. You’re simply... stuck. Frozen. Paralyzed by possibility or pain. So you wait—because every option feels like a losing hand.
Choose the lesser evil? That will make it easier, right? But what if both choices are wrong?
Or both are right?