You know sometimes..... shattered dreams aren't dramatic. They don't come crashing down with noise. They just.... quietly slip away.
One by one.
Like wanting to go for a ride when it's raining. Just to feel something. But you don't, because even that feels like too much.
Or trying to eat something you used to love---- and realizing it doesn't taste like anything anymore. Not because it changed. You did.
Not having someone to talk to.. not someone just to chat with, but someone you can actually speak your mind to. No filters, no fear of being misunderstood. Just.... open. Honest.
And the future? It's like this blurry thing you're supposed to think about. But how do you talk about tomorrow when you can barely survive about today?
You see things once you wanted----your dream car, a house, even a small vacation---and all of it feels out of reach. Not because you're lazy or ungrateful. But because you're alone.
There's no one beside you saying, "We'll figure it out."
The thought of building a family.....it's not a dream anymore. It's a fear. What kind of world would you bring kids into when your own feels so unstable?
You can't enjoy a quiet evening because the voices doesn't stop in your mind. It keeps asking questions you don't have answers to.
And the worst part? When someone asks "What's wrong?"---you can't explain. Not because you don't want to but because you know they won't get it. They'll try. But they won't at the same time.
And when you do try to speak? You end up crying. Even when you didn't mean to. Even when you were just trying to be normal.
People talk about big dreams like they're the goal. But sometimes, a dream is as simple as chasing a bug in the backyard..... smiling, for no reason.... just being okay.
That's all. That's the dream.
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