I grew up loving the word “dreamer”. For me, it brought forth not just a promise, but an assurance that that promise could and would be made real.
It’s not my favorite word anymore.
Neither is food. Nor travel. Nor the Philippines, Filipino, saving the world.
I don’t like the same things I used to like — they don’t make me happy, don’t light up my eyes.
What lights up my eyes now?
Is that even the question that needs asking?