I think it was easier to dream when we were young because death seems too distant, and time feels long, giving more space for possibilities.
But as I grow older and the possibility of dying and the reality of death seems to get closer every year, I now find it challenging to dream beyond what’s feasible and attainable.
It was much easier to say, “I want to be an astronaut” or “I want to be a princess” when I was seven than it is now because I understand my social status and access to resources; the reality of my circumstances makes it simply impossible.
Maybe in another lifetime, but not today.
And waking up in the body of what my mother once was, a 30-year-old, I wonder if I have come far enough or if I could have done more.
Is there a list of things we should have done by the time we reach a specific age?
I wish life was as easy as checking off boxes.
But we both know it takes wisdom and understanding to act and make our dreams happen.
Where did the years go?
jessa 