To declare that the choice is mine is the ultimate act of reclaiming a life once lived for others. In the quiet, empowering air of France, I decided to stop being the vessel for someone else’s expectations. This shift is more than just a simple refusal. It is a profound internal architecture for a soul that has finally decided to house its own truth. Understanding that the choice is mine helps me process the tectonic release of old burdens and unchosen roles. As a highly sensitive person, I find a sacred Malachite peace in this newfound autonomy. It turns years of being “the hope of others” into a stable, radiant strength. Within these liberated intervals, the spirit finally finds its authentic rhythm. We move from the pressure of pleasing to the clarity of being. By choosing myself, I reclaim my enduring power.
Izbor je moj
da dugujem osmijeh
svakom pogledu koji me želi,
svakoj riječi izgovorenoj tiho.
pomagala, uvijek pozitivna,
tuđa nada
prije nego svoja istina.
nego što sam znala da imam,
šutjela tamo
gdje sam trebala govoriti,
stajala u sjeni
da bi netko drugi sjajio.
koje se više ne ispričava.
Znam tko sam
i koliko vrijedim.
romantika mi je dom,
ali snaga me vodi.
to nije hladnoća.
To je mir.
To je odluka.
Bez krivnje, bez straha
biram sebe.
Jer izbor
izbor je moj.
Le choix est le mien
que je devais un sourire
à chaque regard qui me voulait,
à chaque mot prononcé doucement.
j’aidais, toujours positive,
l’espoir des autres
avant ma propre vérité.
que je ne savais avoir,
je me suis tue là
où j’aurais dû parler,
je suis restée dans l’ombre
pour que quelqu’un d’autre brille.
qui ne s’excuse plus.
Je sais qui je suis
et ce que je vaux.
le romantisme est ma maison,
mais la force me guide.
ce n’est pas de la froideur.
C’est la paix.
C’est une décision.
Sans culpabilité, sans peur
je me choisis.
Car le choix
le choix est le mien.
The Choice Is Mine
that I owed a smile
to every glance that wanted me,
to every word spoken softly.
helpful, always positive,
someone else’s hope
before my own truth.
than I knew I had,
I kept silent where
I should have spoken,
I stood in the shadow
so someone else could shine.
which no longer apologizes.
I know who I am
and what I am worth.
romance is my home,
but strength guides me.
it is not coldness.
It is peace.
It is a decision.
Without guilt, without fear
I choose myself.
Because the choice
the choice is mine.