Dear Almost Self,
I see you standing there, so close to the edge of triumph, yet painfully far. I know the weight of “almost” bears down on you.
You were almost at the top, almost understood, almost happy. But “almost” doesn’t count, does it? It’s like reaching for a door that slips shut, leaving you grasping air.
Don’t give up. Those moments, though shrouded in disappointment, hold value. They taught you resilience, shaped your strength.
The almost will someday actually be “FINALLY”
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