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?