Coulda, shoulda, woulda, some day, one day—The lies we tell ourselves
Somewhere between “I could have” and “maybe someday,” entire lives vanish. Potential untapped. Dreams deferred until they dissolve. The unspoken tragedies of everyday people are not the ones made of fire and noise, but of slow erosion—goals we postpone, passions we silence, and truths we bury beneath obligations, fear, and fatigue. We rarely notice when … Read more
