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Dear friends, good day. I want to share an experience and some thoughts with you:
Once, I was sent out onto the street with a simple task: ask strangers what their dreams were. I thought I would find grand, overflowing answers, ready to burst forth. But something different happened. Most hesitated. They smiled uncomfortably. They looked at the ground. โI donโt know,โ they said. And they kept walking.
That was the part that impacted me the most.
It wasnโt a lack of ability or imagination. It was something else: the weight of routine. Work, bills, to-dos, days that all look the same. Autopilot kicks in without asking permission, and before we know it, weโre living more out of inertia than by choice.
Getting out of that state isnโt easy. It means stopping. Asking ourselves what we truly want. Accepting that perhaps what weโre doing isnโt enough. But itโs also the only possible path if we want a life with direction and not just movement.
No one can tell us what our dream is. It's not in a manual or in the opinions of others. It's in that intimate space we almost never enter because we're always busy.
Perhaps the first step is the same one they made me take that time: to stop in the middle of the street of our own lives and ask ourselves, without haste and without fear, what it is we truly desire.
I wish you all a wonderful Sunday!
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