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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a city of shadows and glimmers, where glass towers rise like dreams in a starless night, we search for the contours of our own destinies, shrouded in the fine mist of mornings too hasty to greet us, we lose ourselves in the labyrinth of streets where every corner hides an untold story, a long-forgotten memory, lost in the constant flow of hurried days. We are sculptors of our own image, in the fitness studios of the soul, where the muscles of will are shaped under the cold gaze of mirrors that neither forgive nor praise, but merely reflect an infinity of possibilities that entice us with promises of transformation, while we scrutinize ourselves with critical eyes, seeking perfection in our imperfection, in the attempt to become what we desire to be. Instead of prisons, we have built cathedrals of paper and dreams, where we pray to the gods of progress, with offerings of late hours and bitter coffees, trying to discover the secret of fulfillment that eludes capture in charts and graphs, but hides in moments of silence when we pause to take a deep breath and remember why we began this journey. Every airport becomes an altar of departure, where promises of new beginnings call us toward unknown horizons, and in the genetic laboratories of hope, we rewrite the DNA of dreams, seeking that infinite code to decipher who we can be, while we wonder if the future we are building is truly what we desire or merely a response to others’ expectations, losing ourselves in thought. Our social networks are the new amphitheaters, where we display our lives like delicate spider webs, weaving stories of success and failure into a complex tapestry of humanity in perpetual change, where every like and comment becomes a silent approval of a reality constructed from fragments of truth and fiction, which we embrace with the longing to be seen and heard, seeking validation in the eyes of others. But in this endless pursuit, when we became the entrepreneurs of our own souls, we forgot to turn our gaze to those quiet corners, where melancholy preserves stories told in whispers, as a reminder of what we were before becoming what we think we must be, and isn’t it time to pause for a moment, to listen to the silence and ask ourselves if we are truly freer or just more alone in this world of achievements and half-fulfilled dreams, searching for ourselves?
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