Spark
If someone granted me one wish, I would want everything to stop for a while — to slow time down.
It feels like I’ve been chased by time. And I’m getting tired. I’ve lost my spark from running too fast.
It has always been a race between time, me, and my dreams.
Does having big dreams mean losing your spark somewhere along the way?
I wake up every day, and something inside makes my body feel almost soulless. I find myself clinging to bed, feeling exhausted all the time. The room feels full of fire, yet all I can breathe is invisible smoke. Everything feels like it is burning, but I can’t seem to find the flame. I can’t feel the spark inside anymore. My dad says he’s scared of me losing my spirit, but I can’t feel it either — even though, deep down, I desperately want to.
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There is so much doubt. Constant doubt, ringing in my ears.
A head full of poison, and a heart full of doubt.
Are these dreams really mine if I lose my spark along the way? Because my mind keeps telling me that these dreams are the only way for me to become successful enough in this life. A dream that could make my parents stares at me with teary eyes.
Is it true that failure is simply delayed success?
Will I ever get to experience my own version of success? To be able to make everyone — my parents, my sisters, and my closest friends — look at me with proud eyes.
Or maybe, somewhere along the way, I just want to look at myself and feel proud, too.
September 12, 2026 11:55 AM
