Reflections Before Bedtime #32

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I have been thinking, and I think I have realized that maybe the easiest way we realize we don’t believe something will happen is when we don’t dream about it at all or envision it. Nothing new there. But it’s weird when you come to that realization– that perhaps there is a room in your heart that has been empty, gathering dust and full of cobwebs.

Or maybe, that room is full of furniture that has been left under dust and watch of spiders; some Havishamesque room where time has stood still. Forgotten. Old dreams that have begun to rot.

Have you ever walked into such a room? A room where the past and present meet. A room that leaves a pang in your chest. A room where past failures or dashed hopes sit broken, like a shattered vase. A room where, somehow, a ray of light streams in, making even the dust glitter, inviting life. A room whose door is unlocked, waiting for you to decide that it’s time to clean it out and put things in their order. A room that is full of possibilities if you could just move past pain and be courageous enough to believe in its potential. A room that is not about what you see, but what you want to see. A room to which only you have the key.

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