On the edge

"That our life is a game. " ⠀ We make our own choices. ⠀ Every day. ⠀ Many times. ⠀ It's like a game, standing at a crossroads to choose one road. Do we have the right to choose, or is it just an illusion? Maybe fate has chosen everything for us in advance? ⠀ I suggest you make your own choice. ⠀ Shall we play? You choose what you see in the photo. Who is filled with what, who has what inside. Who feels what. We often see the situation from one side. But is it always right? You are the viewer and it's up to you to decide! Is someone leaving the child, or has the door opened for a long-awaited meeting? Is the child's hand comforting, or is it threatening? Will the glass break or remain intact? Or maybe he is balancing in harmony?