What Is In My Chest: Old Collections of Dreams and Desires 

What’s in my chest is a profound collection of dreams and aspirations that have been nurtured over the years. These dreams are not just fleeting thoughts; they are the remnants of late-night reflections and quiet moments when the world fades away, leaving only my innermost desires to surface. Memories swirl around me like a gentle breeze, each one a reminder of the hopes I once held dear and the ambitions that fueled my journey. I think of the old vision boards and collages that I meticulously crafted, each piece of imagery and each word carefully selected to represent the goals I envisioned for my future. These visual representations were more than just decorations; they were manifestations of my deepest yearnings, embedded in my heart like a treasure map guiding me toward my ultimate destination. As I reminisce about those aspirations, I realize how they shaped my identity and influenced my path. The vibrant colors of the collages still resonate within me, igniting a spark of motivation that pushes me to pursue those dreams, even when the road ahead seems daunting. Each aspiration is a thread woven into the fabric of my being, reminding me of the passion and determination that once burned brightly and still flickers within. In my chest lies not just a collection of dreams, but a tapestry of experiences, emotions, and lessons learned along the way. It is a reminder that while some dreams may have evolved or shifted, the essence of my hopes remains a vital part of who I am. I hold these memories close, cherishing the journey they represent and the possibility that still lies ahead, waiting to be explored.