The Courage to Dream Again

A few years ago, I had a moment.

I was sitting in my car, parked in front of some random grocery store.

Middle of the day. Nothing special.

I had money coming in. A decent place to live. My kid was healthy.
From the outside, life looked… fine. Stable.

But something in me felt dead.

Not broken.
Just… flat.

I looked around and thought—
“Is this it? Is this who I’ve become?”

Not because I hated my life.
But because I had stopped wanting more.

I wasn’t dreaming anymore.
I was maintaining.
Staying out of pain.
Keeping things “comfortable.”

But deep down, I knew what had really happened:

Somewhere along the line...
I stopped giving myself permission to want what I really wanted.

And here’s the wild part:
I wasn’t even aware of it.

Because I had replaced the fire with logic.
The desire with doubt.
The dreams with distractions.

If you’re still reading this, maybe you know that feeling.

You're not miserable.
You're not broken.
But you’re also not fully alive.

You're playing it safe in an “okay” life…
but part of you knows:

You stopped reaching.
You stopped creating.
You stopped believing it was still possible to go for it.

Maybe you’ve got a business idea that’s been sitting in the back of your head for 3 years.
Maybe you’ve dreamed of leaving the city. Traveling. Starting something new.
Maybe you’ve imagined being in a love so deep it scares you.
Or finally waking up with energy, purpose, and direction again.

But every time that dream flickers in your chest…
Another voice shows up:

“Who are you to want that?”
“It’s too late.”
“That ship has sailed.”
“Be grateful for what you have.”

And so you shrink.

You don’t call it quitting.
You call it being realistic.
You call it growing up.

But you feel it in your body.
You feel it in your bones.
You feel it in the silence when nobody's around and you can’t distract yourself anymore.

Brother—

You’re not too late. And it’s not too big.
That vision that keeps coming back to you?
It’s not a mistake.
It’s a f*cking assignment.

You were never meant to settle.
You were never meant to silence that spark.

And no matter how long it’s been…
No matter how far off track you’ve drifted…

You can start again.

With clearer eyes.
With more truth.
With a hell of a lot more wisdom.

If this hits…

Don’t push it away.
Don’t go back to “maybe later.”

Let this be your moment.
Not to fix anything.
But to remember who the hell you are.

Dream again.
That’s where it all begins.

—Cory