The Hidden Journal

I used to think I had to choose —
to be grounded or to fly.
To belong somewhere
or to keep reaching for more.

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But the truth lives in the balance.
Roots keep me steady,
but wings remind me I’m meant to move.

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There’s a strength in knowing when to plant
and when to lift —
when to stay still long enough to grow,
and when to trust the wind.

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The world tells us to pick a path:
stability or freedom,
home or horizon.
But I’ve learned I can be both.
I can bloom and wander.
I can build and still dream.

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My roots keep me from getting lost.
My wings keep me from staying small.
And somewhere between the two,
I’ve finally learned how to belong to both the earth and the sky.

— Desiree