"I’d rather be a broken compass than a perfect clock." Because a clock always tells the correct time… but it never chooses its direction. It just follows a system, ticking endlessly without purpose. A broken compass, on the other hand, may fail to point north—but at least it tries to find direction. It represents struggle, confusion, and searching… which is what makes life meaningful. I'd choose uncertainty with purpose over perfection without freedom. 🧭