They always said, “dream big.” But no one told me how far even the smallest dreams can feel. They said, “time heals,” but never, “time humbles.” Time does not simply mend– it shrinks. It coils your dreams tighter and tighter as vines of doubt and uncertainty sprout at every step– on solid stones, on bedrocks, even before you’ve moved forward. It determines. It ordains. No one taught me how to bury—not plant—the fears, the shoulds, and the hows because I cannot afford for it t