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The Dream

One-way ticket to Anywhere.

No, Everywhere.

Scratch that…

A one-way ticket to see everything.

If I were to travel today, it wouldn’t be like my career.

I’ve spent my life leaping.

Building the parachute midair.

Somehow, always landing.

A lot like Eggsy from Kingsman. You just figure it out.

But this time feels different.

Like I’m not meant to fall.

Like I’m meant to fly.

It’s not about running.

It’s about witnessing.

Experiencing.

Becoming.

So do I wait until I’m ready?

Or do I trust that the wind will carry me,

not because I’ve mapped every gust,

but because I showed up with open wings?

No one sees everything.

But maybe those who come closest…

are the ones who leave without needing to return.

The ones who leap, not to escape.

but to arrive.

See you out there.

—D

The Nightmare

What’s Worse Than a One-Way Ticket?

Enjoying it.

Waking up somewhere new,

where the air feels lighter,

and the weight you carried back home

finally slips off your shoulders.

You laugh.

You soften.

You finally feel free.

Even your dreams forget to clothe you. Like what Jeff Buckley said in that one song.

And then,

you’re called back.

Not by wonder.

But by wreckage.

The unpaid bills.

The life you pressed pause on… that didn’t pause with you.

You return not by choice,

but by consequence.

Back to half-closed tabs,

half-truths,

and half-hearted routines.

Now, the people who welcomed you,

who made room for you,

they feel abandoned.

Because when you go back unfinished,

you don’t come back whole.

Not here.

Not there.

Not even you.

No one gets all of you anymore.

And the worst part?

You’re the only one who knows what that feels like.

So maybe it was never about the ticket.

But about what we bring when we go.

and what we’re finally ready to let go of when we don’t.

—D

So.

I don’t have wings.

It reminds me of chess.

The King moves one square at a time.

7 Moves to get to the end of the board.

Slow, but, If the King falls, it’s game over.

You lose.

The Queen?

She moves up to seven squares in any direction.

Forward, backward, diagonal.

She owns the board.

And, she is the most powerful piece in the game.

And I’m definitely not the wind. (Even though I'm reallyyyyyyyyy big on abdicating responsibility, one of my core strengths.)

Not yet.

Until then...

I’m grounded.

Weighted.

By responsibility and gold bars.

Heavy. Valuable.

But not exactly lift-off material.

So, lets play a game called, what is 'best'?

• A. I find a fairy with wings.
• B. Everything has to wait.
• C. Everything comes to me.
• D. Both A. and C.

If anyone has recommendations

for how to turn gold into wings,

or how to fly without either...

My inbox is open.