A Hidden Letter From Julia
A Letter to the Dreamer Who Went Quiet
Some dreams don't disappear. They simply wait for us to remember them.
Dear Dreamer,
I wonder what became of the things you once loved.
The stories you wanted to write. The places you wanted to see. The ideas that kept you awake at night, not because you were worried, but because you were excited about what might be possible.
And I wonder when you stopped making room for them.
Was it when life became too demanding?
When responsibilities began multiplying faster than your dreams?
Or did you simply convince yourself that some things were better left to the imagination?
Perhaps you've never stopped dreaming at all.
Perhaps you've just gotten very good at being practical.