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The Death of a Dream
The resurrection of you.
Dreams can be tenacious, clinging to us long after they’ve lost their luster. Yes, the one you put years and years into. Your blood, sweat, and tears, your heart and soul have poured into this thing. But as time goes on, the joy begins to fade. As you grow, new passions blossom, their vibrant colors contrasting with the fading hues of your old dream. Yet, you hold on. You hold on because it was a part of you for so long. You thought letting it go would mean breaking off a piece of you. It meant…failure. So, you hold on, with all your might. You see, though, it starts holding you back, much like a burden — a reminder of what could have been. Finally, you let it go, and you grieve because a piece of you is dying. Ironically, the initial pang of loss gives way to a sigh of relief, a liberation from a dream that no longer serves you. Because now you can finally unbecome something you were never meant to be. Now you can grow. In the end, it isn’t about failure; it is about the evolution of the soul, even through the trials of adversity, to become the person you were meant to be. And that’s a beautiful thing.
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