Ever Remember?

Ever Remember?

Do you remember the day I said, “I want to be a soldier,” with a heart so bold?💜 I was just a child, brimming with unknown hope, Dreaming of protecting my country, Loving it with a purity only youth can hold. You smiled, saying, “Such a thought, beautiful in its innocence.🌝”

But then I came again, my dreams had changed — “I want to be a doctor,” I told you this time. People were hurting, and I wanted to heal, Even to cure the pain you endured in silence. You didn’t say much, just, “Such a sweet child.”

Again, I returned with yet another dream. “I think I’ll be a pilot!” I said, Drawn to physics, to planes soaring the skies, Believing I’d found my passion. You listened, never tired, never mocking, Patient with my endless dreams.

And then, I spoke of psychiatry — Of helping minds find peace and clarity. “Are you sure?” you asked gently. But like all the others, that too passed.

One day, I sent you a voicemail, singing, “Maybe I’ll be a singer,” lol. And remember when war found us trapped? I scribbled politics on scraps of paper, Reading you lines, asking for your thoughts. You never told me my dreams were small Or that I was too small to dream them. You let me wander, explore, grow. You let me live my journey.

But then, as I grew older, I stopped coming to you with my dreams. I told you only, “I’m studying.” You didn’t ask why, not like before. Perhaps you thought I was mature now, That I no longer needed your curiosity.

But fool that I am, I wish you’d asked. Because the truth is, I don’t know why.🤷‍♀️ I don’t know what I’m searching for, What I’m chasing in the silence of this path.

Now, I sit and think of those days. The dreams I never became, The questions I didn’t ask, The choices I let slip away. And yet, you taught me one enduring truth: To let others be, as they are, To dream their own dreams, To follow their own journeys.🥰