We spent decades kicking that rusted can, telling ourselves the road would hold if we just bought more time. But now the can is gone. It rusted through, crumbled into dust. The road behind is littered with the ruins of old promises, and ahead lies a choice.

No easy paths. No shortcuts.

One direction follows the same broken trail, it feels familiar, but hollow. The other, a quieter road through unknowns, dappled with light but demanding more of us.

This isn’t just a political moment. It’s a human one.

Some will see this image as the common man. Others might see the last leader who tried to drag a broken system back to its feet.

Either way, the choice remains: do we keep trying to salvage the unsalvageable? Or do we walk forward — without the can — into whatever comes next?

The road’s still there. The only question now is whether we have the courage to walk it.

EBH