La Maldicion De Los Suenos -

You will still wake up with tears on your pillow some mornings. You will still mourn the worlds your mind creates. That is the price of being a dreamer.

You cannot ask your soul to be less ambitious. You cannot negotiate with the part of you that craves more. To stop dreaming would be to die while still breathing. So you endure the curse. Night after night. Dream after dream. la maldicion de los suenos

You become a ghost walking through your own life. Your body is at the dinner table, but your heart is still in that dream. Your hands are typing the report, but your mind is still holding that imaginary face. You will still wake up with tears on

The curse ends the moment you stop asking, "Why can't I have that?" and start asking, "What part of that can I build today?" You cannot ask your soul to be less ambitious

You dream of the career you abandoned. The stage, the canvas, the book you were supposed to write. In the dream, you are triumphant. People applaud. You feel whole . Then you wake up to the spreadsheet, the commute, the silent compromise of survival. The curse laughs.

You dream of the person you could have become. The brave one. The free one. The one who said "yes" to the risk instead of "no" out of fear. That version of you is so real, so close, you can almost touch them. And then the sun rises, and you are left with the ghost of a parallel life.