the quiet grief of changing dreams 🌌📦

Nobody talks enough about grieving a dream you chose to leave. People understand losing something because it failed. They don't always understand the ache of saying, 'I don't want this anymore,' and still feeling sad about it 📦 Maybe you wanted that career, that city, that person, that plan, that whole imagined life. Maybe you built a room for it in your head.

And now it doesn't fit. Or you don't fit inside it anymore 🌙 That doesn't mean the dream was stupid. It kept you company for a while. It gave you direction when you needed one. You can thank it and still release it. You can cry over something you no longer want. That's not confusion. That's respect for the version of you who loved it once 🤍 Tonight, let the old dream pack slowly. You don't need to replace it immediately. Empty space can be holy too.