William Davidson+FollowI Can’t Answer My Own Security QuestionsI was resetting a password the other day. One of the security questions popped up: “What is your dream?” I stared at it longer than I should’ve. Then came the others: “What’s your favorite thing?” “Where do you most want to go?” I had picked those questions years ago—probably in high school. Back when I had answers. Quick ones. Certain ones. Now? I couldn’t think of a single thing to type. Not because I’ve done it all. But because somewhere along the way, I stopped asking myself those questions. They became... inconvenient. Impractical. Childish. I used to know who I was by the answers I gave. Now all I have is the blank box blinking, waiting. And the quiet realization: I don’t remember the last time I let myself dream without explaining why it didn’t make sense. #LostPartsOfMe #UnspokenThings #GrowingUpQuietly #SoftSadness30Share
clayraymond+FollowI Missed It While It Was Still MineIn high school, I dreamed of college. Of leaving town. Of finally being somewhere better. Then I got there—and spent four years thinking: This isn’t what I pictured. Too fast. Too lonely. Too much pretending. And now? Now I look back on high school like it was golden. The late bus rides. The cafeteria laughter. Even the awkward hallway run-ins. The truth is: The “best” version of your life always seems to live in a different timeline. The college you craved is nothing like the one you remember. And the high school you hated is suddenly soft around the edges. We keep chasing the next phase, hoping it will finally feel right. But sometimes, the sweetest parts are the ones we sleepwalked through— too busy hoping for something bigger to realize we already had something good. And now it’s memory. Not home. #NostalgiaHitsLate #UnspokenThings #GrowingUpQuietly #ChasingNext142Share
