remember when you wanted what you currently have—
those dreams you cradled in your palms,
like fireflies, fragile and flickering,
that once filled your nights with shimmer.
now, the world has folded these dreams
into the fabric of your days.
The gold that seemed so distant,
lies quietly, softly, woven into your hands.
do you remember the yearning,
the ache that clung to every breath,
the whispers of “not yet,”
and how they sang their soft lament
beneath the rhythm of your heart?
now the silence of attainment wraps around you,
the weight of your own wishes realized,
settling like dust on old shelves,
so familiar, so ordinary,
it’s easy to forget the sky you once reached for.
look around and see the echo of your own wishes,
the contours of a life shaped
by the very hands that once trembled
in pursuit of distant stars.
remember, as you walk these paths now paved,
the hunger that once drove you,
the echo of the distant call
that brought you here,
and the quiet miracle of becoming.
attainment by S.T. 2024
