Rafian At The Edge 24 -

A gull shrieked, complaining at the ferry’s wake. Rafian smiled at the absurdity of human plans versus the ocean’s indifferent rehearsal of tides. He made a small list for himself — three things he could change tomorrow, three things he would stop pretending were optional. Concrete measures, not vows that evaporated with daylight. The first item felt like air being let out of an overinflated tire: he would stop saying “someday” about the book he’d been half-writing for years. The second, simpler, was to call his mother on Sundays and not treat the call as a task to be scheduled between emails. The third was sharper: he would decline projects that fit his resume but not his curiosity.