When you were a little girl, they used to ask you, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
You had so many answers back then.
But no one asks you anymore.
When they stopped asking, you stopped asking. You stopped dreaming. You stopped planning. You stopped hoping. You started looking back instead of forward. You started believing another voice.
Not the one of hope, but the one of the opposite of hope.
Hopelessness.
They convinced you you’d lived your best life already.
That you’re too late.Continue Reading
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