No. 040

November 8, 2024·12 lines·1 min read

A calculated leap across the darkness

a whisper through the wind of time.

40

Remember the vision that came to you in the light, before you knew how to navigate the world. Now seems but a whisper through the wind of time. That energy is still within you— if you remember that every misstep was a calculated leap across the darkness, just to find out if you could fly.

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