As I was listening to this song on my way home… The streets were dim, but the music filled the silence in a way nothing else could. It felt like someone had gently reached into my heart and whispered, "I see you." Can we climb this mountain? I don’t know… There are days I feel strong, and days I feel like I’m barely holding on. But this line — it met me exactly where I was. The doubt. The quiet courage. That tiny voice that says: maybe I can… maybe I still will. Only the young can break away, break away… And for a second, I remembered who I used to be — the dreamer, the believer, the girl with her whole heart open to the world. I miss her sometimes. But maybe she’s not gone. Maybe she’s just waiting for me to come back. Look back in silence, the cradle of your whole life… Memories hit different at night. I saw flashes — of love lost, of laughter shared, of days I wish I could relive and days I’m glad I survived. All of them made me who I am now. All of them still live quietly...
When one doesn’t have the things that one loves, one must love what one has.