Do you remember what used to light you up?
Not the job you had to do.
I mean what made you lose track of time,
that spark that felt like freedom.
Maybe you loved painting,
singing,
growing flowers,
playing music...
but one day life whispered:
“There’s no time for that.
Be responsible.
Make money.
Fit in.”
And so you buried the spark.
Under duties.
Under fear.
Under “someday.”
But that fire never died.
It’s still there - quiet,
waiting for the moment you finally allow yourself to live again.
What still burns inside you - even if you’ve forgotten it exists?
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