The fading echoes of forgotten dreams

There was a time when everything seemed possible. I would daydream, imagining a future full of opportunities, of goals achieved, of conquests. I walked with my head filled with illusions, convinced that my effort would take me exactly where I wanted to be. I believed that with determination, any barrier could be broken. But, as the years went by, that certainty began to weaken.

At first, failures were just small stones on the road, something I could overcome with a little more effort, a little more sacrifice. But as the rejections piled up, the doors closed, and time marched on mercilessly, my energy began to fade. Each new attempt was more difficult than the last as if I were walking against a stronger and stronger current.

I don't know exactly when everything changed. Perhaps it was an accumulation of disappointments, or maybe I just got tired of trying. The dreams that once seemed so clear, so bright, began to blur. It was no longer a question of "when" I would reach them, but of whether I would ever do so. Little by little, I stopped planning, stopped imagining that future that had kept me moving for so long. I stopped dreaming.

Now, I look at myself in the mirror and see someone I no longer recognize. A dimmed version of who I used to be, someone who gets up every day out of habit, but without that spark that used to light my steps. The days go by, one after the other, without surprises, without great expectations. I feel trapped in an empty routine, in a limbo where I don't even know what I want. Indifference has replaced passion, and dreams... well, dreams are now just a distant echo, almost unrecognizable.

I wonder if I will ever be able to dream again. But, if I'm honest, I don't even know if I want to.