It’s the whisper in time when you realize, the moments are now memories a treasure in your life which you hold with you forever, it’s walking past your favorite spot as a child, when the world seemed big and you were so small, now the world is big but you are just a small image of what used to be. It’s realizing you were a ripple in the water, not a tidal wave of brilliance. You are like a grain of sand, one in a million. When you were small you dreamed big, and fear was behind you. Anxiety wasn’t a thing standing in front or beside you. It wasn’t the ball and chain holding you back from blissful greatness.
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