Reflections
There are moments in life when the heart splits itself in two: One part reaches forward, aching for what once felt safe, the known familiar. It remembers the warmth, the laughter, the quiet certainly of what seemed forever. It longs for the road that led to comfort, to belonging, to the sense that you were exactly where you were meant to be. The other part pulls back, whispering caution, warning that the same road may lead only to old pain, to the fractures you thought you had mended, to the remainders of yourself in pieces. And so we stand, caught between the longing to return and the fear of repeating. It isn't always about a person, sometimes it's about a dream, a path, a version of ourselves we thought we'd become. Sometimes it's about love, sometimes it's about the life we imagined and lost. Sometimes it's a whisper of who we were, calling from a past we can never quite step back into. The details change, but the feeling is the same: two voices inside, ea...