On my special day, I sit in silence, in moments of reflection.
This is the life I once dreamed of….staying occupied, exploring new things, never afraid to try or fail, keeping my mind busy with endless unfinished checklists, and no longer bothering to ask why my life feels sad
Replaying moments trying to figure out when it changed.
It feels like being led to believe the idea is real and going to happen and then realizing it wasn’t.
Its the hope I built, that hurts.
Some posts still triger a certain desire in me,
But my instinct says they’re no longer meant for me anymore.
Maybe the interest has faded with time.
I have my own limitations, flaws mistakes, and weaknesses.
So I choose to live more realistically…
Happy International Women’s Day to all the women who make the world a better and brighter place! 🤍
from a woman who believes patience is a virtue… though it’s currently being tested