imagine someone says "i'm going to have a trillion dollars tomorrow."
and somewhere in the same breath, the little voice in the back of their head is already giggling. already side eyeing. already thinking "okay but actually though."
that giggle — that one tiny moment of not really meaning it — that's the whole reason it didn't show up.
not because a trillion dollars is impossible. not because the universe has a limit.
but because you do. you set the ceiling yourself without even realizing it.
the desire wasn't the problem. the secret laugh at your own dream was. believe it the way you believe the sun will rise tomorrow — without checking, without proving, without needing anyone to confirm it — and watch what happens. 🤍















