This is beautiful. One of the rare pieces that gently sneaks past the intellect and lands right in the heart.
I felt the weight of those rocks—how dreams can turn to burdens when obsession replaces wonder. The metaphor is so clear, yet it never feels forced. It speaks to creativity, perfectionism, materialism, even the way we collect “life experiences” for validation rather than joy.
This is beautiful. One of the rare pieces that gently sneaks past the intellect and lands right in the heart.
I felt the weight of those rocks—how dreams can turn to burdens when obsession replaces wonder. The metaphor is so clear, yet it never feels forced. It speaks to creativity, perfectionism, materialism, even the way we collect “life experiences” for validation rather than joy.