I thought I had missed the chance and I hadn’t

Dear Delyara, There is a very particular kind of relief in discovering that “too late” was fear talking, not truth. That happened for me recently. I reached something I had almost begun mourning in advance. Not because it was gone, but because I was ashamed of still wanting it after so much time had passed. I think delayed dreams carry a special weight because they threaten your hope and your dignity at the same time. Reaching it changed more than the outcome. It corrected something in me. It reminded me that slow is not the same as lost.