And the saddest realization I had was

And the saddest realization I had was— that I can't do it all, I can't learn every language, speak in thousands of tongues, or understand the poetry of every land, I can't live every life, be a writer, scientist, traveler, dreamer, exist in every version of myself I ever imagined, I can't master every skill, nor bring every dream to life, some paths will remain untrodden, lost in time, I can't step into every country, lose myself in every city, or gaze at the stars from every corner of the earth, I can't walk every road, follow every dream, or chase after every version of the life I could have lived, I can't taste every dish, experience every culture, or dance to the rhythm of every heart in the world, I can't meet every soul, listen to every story, or love and be loved by all, and the more I wish, the more I realize how beautiful this tragedy is— life is too short and I am just one person, a universe of unfulfilled desires, a dreamer caught in limits, in a world of infinite possibilities, where time is never enough, and every choice is an untold story, a melody that remains silent.