Dreams and visions change, and that’s okay. It can be difficult, however, when lines get fuzzy perhaps from the blur of moving too fast or a haze of uncertainty and doubt.

That latter- doubt- hamstrings me every day.

I’ve said before that life takes no prisoners; age is its accomplice. Recently I’ve been toe-to-toe with my personal history and what I see in my rearview mirror hurts.
What I see in the bathroom mirror, both literal and metaphorical, hurts.

I think I have existential ADHD. What have I ever completed that had meaning?
there must be something
Why can’t I see it?
good question

What drives some to follow their ambitions to… I was going to write “the bitter end,” but, well, is there ever an end? What marks a dream “completed?” What ticks the box?
What about when dreams morph, or are set aside (whether gently or harshly)?

Currently I’m in the thick of pursuing a thing.
Actually, I’m in the thick of pursuing many things.
Will time prove this pursuit to be fulfilling, or will it prove it to have been something that I thought was “a good idea at the time?”

What about when I once again face the rearview mirror and see pieces of myself that have fallen away that I wish I could reclaim?

Will I ever look in the mirror and see parts of myself that have blossomed?

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