The Life I Dream Of

In an alternate universe, I think I’m living somewhere near the mountains, not the kind of mountains people hike just for Instagram stories, but the kind that feel like they have souls. I wake up to the sound of birds and the scent of wet soil, not alarm clocks and deadlines. There’s no constant rush, no pressure to become “someone.” I’m already someone, just by being, by breathing, by existing with intention.

In this universe, I’m not hustling for validation. I’m not counting likes on a post to feel loved. I don’t need to prove myself in CVs or conform to society’s version of “success.” I’m painting again. I’m writing poetry under the stars and actually mailing handwritten letters to people I love. My phone doesn’t own me. I own time. And I use it gently.

In this version of my life, my inner child is not exiled. She runs barefoot on grass and laughs without guilt. I don’t carry the emotional weight of being “too sensitive.” Here, sensitivity is seen as strength. It’s honored. I have a circle, not large, but real, people who talk about the moon and the mind, about heartbreak and healing. Conversations here aren’t small talk; they’re soul talk.

My parents in this world didn’t try to shape me into their idea of a “secure” future. They just listened, truly listened, when I said I wanted to follow my art, my words, my spirit. There was no, “What will people say?” Just, “What does your heart say?” And somehow, that made all the difference.

I didn’t have to recover from love in this universe. Love wasn’t a war zone. It was soft, patient, and grounding. No situationships, no ghosting, no breadcrumbing. Just two people choosing each other, every day, not out of need, but freedom. We sit in silence and still feel held. We talk about trauma and laugh about healing, knowing we’re not broken, just in progress.

In this alternate reality, I’m not scared of failure. I welcome it like an old friend. I know it teaches me more than success ever will. There’s no societal timeline haunting me, no pressure to marry by 26, to earn six figures by 30, or to always have it all figured out. Here, figuring things out slowly is allowed. Growing quietly is celebrated.

Mental health is not a whisper. It’s part of everyday language. Therapy is as normal as tea. Crying is not a breakdown; it’s a release. Nobody says “be strong” when you’re hurting, they say “be soft, be honest, be held.”

Here, I’m not constantly trying to “fix” myself. I’m just remembering myself. I’m reconnecting with the version of me before the world told me who I should be. And that version? She’s wild and kind. She’s messy but magical. She speaks with her eyes, hugs like she means it, and dances when it rains.

In this universe, there’s still pain, but it’s not hidden under productivity or perfection. It’s expressed. It’s shared. It’s not shameful. And that makes healing more collective, more sacred.

I think about this alternate universe sometimes when life feels too heavy. And honestly? Maybe it’s not that far away. Maybe it’s tucked in small moments, in music that hits too deep, in friends who truly get it, in late-night talks about existence and stars. Maybe it’s already here in bits and pieces, waiting for us to choose it.

✨ P.S. A Little Note from My Heart
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