On Saturday, I heard a self-made millionaire speak. He talked about life being filled with choices and how you move toward your goal by always making the choices that lead you there. That’s what inspired this week’s haiku.
Choices fill your life
The moment of truth is here
Which road will you take?
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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