The Silent Nights Under the Texas Sky

Somewhere along Highway 90, between El Paso and San Antonio, the road stretches endlessly before me. No city noise. No streetlights. Just the vast, open Texas sky—so wide and deep it feels like it could swallow me whole. At night, the silence is absolute, broken only by the occasional rustle of desert wind or the distant cry of some unseen creature.

Out here, beneath the stars, the world is still. It’s a kind of silence you don’t get in the city, where the hum of traffic and life never really stops. This is a different kind of quiet—the kind that forces you to listen. To your thoughts, to your breath, to the way your body feels after miles of walking. To the truths you might otherwise ignore.

And after spending so long in El Paso, waiting, resting, resetting—I realize just how easy it is to slip back into comfortable.

The old habits come back fast. The new routines—the ones I fought to build—fade quicker than I expected. When you stop moving, the pull of comfort, of familiarity, of what’s easy is strong. And I get it now, more than ever.

Choosing every day truly is a powerful statement.

It’s not just about the big choices—the ones that feel obvious, like walking across the country or chasing a dream. It’s about the small ones—the ones that seem insignificant in the moment but define everything in the long run.

Choosing to get up and go instead of waiting for the perfect time.

Choosing to push forward when stopping feels easier.

Choosing the unknown over the predictable.

Choosing to stay disciplined when no one is watching.

It’s easy to drift. To let the days slip by unnoticed. To tell yourself you’ll start tomorrow. But tomorrow is built on what you do today.

So, under this Texas sky, on this quiet stretch of highway, I remind myself:

I choose this.

I choose to keep walking.

I choose the discomfort, the lessons, the growth.

I choose to keep showing up for myself.

And maybe that’s all any of us can do—wake up and choose the life we want, one small decision at a time.

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