There are days I feel like I got lost in the washed up dreams of the night before. On those days, the memories of what could have been linger like shadows, as I navigate through the echoes of my own past, searching for a glimmer of hope in the haze of forgotten ambitions. Yet, in the midst of these lost dreams, I find solace in the idea that each day is a canvas waiting to be painted anew, a chance to redefine my path and breathe life into aspirations that have been buried by the sands of time. As I let the tide of life wash over me, I realize that even in the wake of lost dreams, there is a beauty in the unexpected, a serendipity that can lead to the creation of new dreams, sparkling like undiscovered treasures on the shores of my existence.
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