*_In the quiet, I can hear my bones strain beneath the weight of all the lives I never stepped into—the artist I forgot because it was never practical, the athlete I buried because the world insisted passion wasn’t enough, the traveler who never left because I was trapped in the endless cycle of work._* *_The roads I turned away from, the hands I never held, the dreams that outgrew me before I could grow into them. I wonder, is there a way to grieve for the selves we abandoned without resenting the one we became? To stand before the ghosts of our unlived lives and say, I see you. I remember you. Sorry, I had to choose differently._* *_And maybe that is what forgiveness looks like— not a door swung open, not a grand reconciliation, but a quiet understanding: that even the lives we did not live still shaped the one we are living now._* *MAY WE ALL BE GREAT🫂❤️🤩*