I used to dream of a great career, envisioning a version of myself who was cold, calculated, and undeniably capable. She was unyielding, embodying the very essence of corporate ambition, trapped within an iron cage of clichés. This version of me was relentless, a bloodhound chasing after the next big achievement, a sailor irresistibly drawn to the siren’s call, willing to sacrifice everything for the promise of success.
But now, my dreams have shifted. I find myself yearning for something simpler, something more profound. I dream of kindness — a place where it truly means something to care and to be cared for, even on the darkest days. I long for connection, for hands in mine, for the comfort of a shared meal, and for the warmth of people gathered around a table. I desire a day that unfolds slowly, with the sun’s embrace, and a night that wraps itself around me like a cherished secret. I crave the joy of dancing, the sweet tears shed for something greater than myself, and the hunger for a fight that truly matters.
This isn’t original, and I could easily label it, but I choose not to. What I want you to see is that while I have changed, the world remains the same. The difference is that I’m learning to see it with clearer eyes, to understand it more deeply. And, to be honest, I want you to see it too — to recognize that this shift in perspective is not just a personal evolution, but a call to view the world differently, with a heart more open to the beauty of human connection.
