
So far, someday has shown up as a lantern of hope and as a drawer where I tuck away the “not yets.” But sometimes it plays a trickier role—shimmering like a mirage, always out there, never quite here.
When I first started dreaming about writing a book, someday felt like that. A mirage glimmering on the horizon. I’d inch closer—draft a chapter, outline an idea—and still feel miles away from where I wanted to be.
That’s the danger of someday when it becomes a forever horizon. It can make you feel like you’re never arriving, even when you’re already living the dream you once only imagined.
Maybe the horizon isn’t meant to be caught at all—maybe it’s just there to remind me to keep moving, one small step, one small page, at a time.
— The Wallflower
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