The Quiet Click
- Nicholas Wheeler
- Nov 19, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 26, 2025

When the noise finally agrees with itself
When you’re a little bit lost and torn in two, nothing lines up.
You tell yourself you’re fine. Your mind builds the case for the opposite. Your gut knots the
rope.
So you play it out.
Every option you can think of — some true, most fiction — queues up to explain the mess.
You rehearse every scene until the room runs out of air.
Click.
Not thunder. No loud bang.
A small alignment — head, heart, gut in step.
The knots start to loosen.
What you already knew stops hiding in plain sight.
Same facts, new light — and you can feel the change.
Like focusing a camera: the blur lets go,edges decide themselves, and you stop forcing it.
The choice isn’t heavy now; it’s obvious.
Send it / don’t. Stay / go. Take the shot / step away.
The noise steps out, the path steps in.
Press once. Carry on.
Time is the darkroom.
If it was real, it’ll be there in the print.


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