We are all made of magic,
Woven from wonder and wild dreams.
But somewhere along the way,
Life dims our spark.
We stray from our fairytale,
Not by choice,
But through heartbreak,
Loss,
And the slow, quiet fading
Of belief.
Setbacks leave cracks in our soul.
Failure doesn’t just bruise,
It breaks.
And we forget
Who we were meant to be.
But some of us,
The lucky,
The brave,
The stubborn,
We get another chance.
To rise.
To rewrite the story.
To choose a different path
Or build a brand new one.
And when we do,
Something shifts.
The magic returns.
The purpose sharpens.
And the path lights up
Beneath our feet.
Until, step by step,
We find our way
Back to the ending
We were always meant for,
Not just happy,
But whole.
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