if it's your calling, it will keep calling

some things never really leave, no matter how much we try to bury them beneath logic, fear, or the noise of everything else. dreams, passions, the quiet, aching pull of something that once felt like destiny - no matter how far we run, they find their way back. no matter what we do, they keep calling. we tell ourselves we’ve outgrown them, that life has moved in a different direction, that we don’t have the time, the talent, the courage to chase them anymore. but what is truly meant for us doesn’t vanish. it lingers, woven into the marrow of our existence, waiting for the moment we finally listen.

i have spent a lot of time trying to silence the things that once set my soul on fire. i have whispered to myself, maybe it was just a phase. maybe i was never meant for this after all. but no matter how many times i turn away, it always returns. in the melody of an old song that makes my chest tighten. in the memory of a childhood dream that resurfaces like a phantom in the night. in a passing conversation that reignites something i thought had long burned out. the things that are meant for us don’t beg - they don’t have to. they sit in the spaces between distractions, in the silence we rarely allow ourselves, in the quiet longing that lingers even when everything appears fine on the surface.

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but answering the call isn’t as simple as hearing it. life is loud. expectations stack upon our shoulders like stones, convincing us to be practical, to be realistic, to focus on something certain. we tell ourselves that passion is a luxury, that purpose must be earned, that chasing what we love is selfish. but the truth is, what calls to us doesn’t care for logic or timing. it doesn’t care how many years we ignore it, how many excuses we make, how many times we convince ourselves we are not enough. because deep down, we already know. we know what makes time disappear, what makes our hearts beat a little faster, what brings a kind of joy that is raw and undeniable. we can pretend it doesn’t matter. we can try to smother it beneath obligations and doubt. but it will always remain, waiting for us to finally stop running.

because the question was never if it will return. it will. in a week, or two, a month, a year, a decade - it will always find its way back. the real question is whether, when it comes knocking again, we will finally have the courage to open the door. to greet it with a smile and invite it into our lives.