I Can’t Answer My Own Security Questions

I was resetting a password the other day. One of the security questions popped up: “What is your dream?” I stared at it longer than I should’ve. Then came the others: “What’s your favorite thing?” “Where do you most want to go?” I had picked those questions years ago—probably in high school. Back when I had answers. Quick ones. Certain ones. Now? I couldn’t think of a single thing to type. Not because I’ve done it all. But because somewhere along the way, I stopped asking myself those questions. They became... inconvenient. Impractical. Childish. I used to know who I was by the answers I gave. Now all I have is the blank box blinking, waiting. And the quiet realization: I don’t remember the last time I let myself dream without explaining why it didn’t make sense. #LostPartsOfMe #UnspokenThings #GrowingUpQuietly #SoftSadness