The first stair is laid. A temple without its first stone is rubble; a life without orientation is the same.
To choose eudaimonia is not one option among many, it is the foundation on which all else will stand.

You will be tempted to descend, to trade the summit for shortcuts, to confuse applause with alignment. But the mountain remains, unmoved by your hesitation. Each honest step upward reshapes the soul.

Orientation is not mastery; it is direction. Some begin on smooth ground, others among stones, yet every ascent begins by facing upward. The temple of eudaimonia is not measured by symmetry, but by alignment with virtue.

“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

Decision is destiny. With orientation, effort gains coherence; without it, even effort becomes drift. Happiness visits; eudaimonia endures. You have set your compass. Now the climb begins.