De Los Suenos - La Maldicion

You cannot ask your soul to be less ambitious. You cannot negotiate with the part of you that craves more. To stop dreaming would be to die while still breathing. So you endure the curse. Night after night. Dream after dream.

You become a ghost walking through your own life. Your body is at the dinner table, but your heart is still in that dream. Your hands are typing the report, but your mind is still holding that imaginary face.

You dream of the person you could have become. The brave one. The free one. The one who said "yes" to the risk instead of "no" out of fear. That version of you is so real, so close, you can almost touch them. And then the sun rises, and you are left with the ghost of a parallel life. la maldicion de los suenos

You dream of the career you abandoned. The stage, the canvas, the book you were supposed to write. In the dream, you are triumphant. People applaud. You feel whole . Then you wake up to the spreadsheet, the commute, the silent compromise of survival. The curse laughs.

You dream of the lover who didn't stay. In the dream, they look at you with eyes full of the forgiveness you never received. Their hand fits perfectly in yours. You talk for hours about nothing, and everything. Then the alarm rings. You open your eyes to the cold side of the bed and the weight of an apology you never got. That is the curse. You cannot ask your soul to be less ambitious

You cannot live inside the dream. That way lies madness. But you can steal from it. A brushstroke. A conversation. A small act of courage. You take a single grain of sand from that impossible dream castle and you drop it into your ordinary soil.

Perhaps the dream of the lover isn't telling you to find that specific person . It is telling you that you are capable of tenderness. Perhaps the dream of the stage isn't a prophecy of fame. It is a reminder that you have a voice. Perhaps the dream of your braver self isn't a taunt. It is a blueprint. So you endure the curse

You will simply be building . ¿Has sentido la maldición de tus propios sueños? ¿Cuál es ese sueño que te visita y te deja más vacío que el silencio?