Published by: Jadelynn Arnigo
Date Published: October 3, 2025
Time Published: 4:07 PM
Category: Prose
Subject: Dreams and Overwhelm
There are days when I sit quietly, staring at the life I once begged the universe for, and I feel both the weight and wonder of it pressing against my chest. I remember nights when I prayed for this very chance—this path, this dream, this version of myself. And now that it is here, now that it is mine, I find myself trembling beneath its immensity.
It is strange, isn’t it? To long for something with every fiber of your being, only to discover that desire and reality are not twin flames, but distant stars—similar in brilliance, yet different in how they burn you. The life I wanted is beautiful, yes, but it is also demanding. It asks for parts of me I didn’t know I would have to give. It fills me with joy, but it also leaves me breathless, overwhelmed, as though I am learning how to carry fire with bare hands.
Sometimes, I feel guilty for the weight of my own blessings. I tell myself I should only feel grateful, that I should never complain, never falter. But gratitude does not cancel out exhaustion. Dreams do not erase fear. Even in the brightest light, shadows still exist.
And so, I sit with it—the overwhelm, the beauty, the ache, the gratitude. I remind myself that this is what it means to live: to be stretched, to be undone, to be remade by the very things you once wished for. This is the price of answered prayers, the poetry of a life that overflows.
I may stumble, but I will not trade it. For even in the heaviness, I can feel the pulse of something extraordinary—that I am here, alive, inside the very life I once only held in my imagination.
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