Where you looked
You've been growing things and killing things every day.
Not by accident. By attention.
Whatever you feed grows. The relationship. The skill. The idea. The person. Feed it attention and it expands. Gets more real. More present.
Whatever you starve dies. Quietly. Without announcing it. You don't notice until it's gone. Then you call it circumstance.
It wasn't circumstance.
It was where you looked.