BIG DREAM, Repeated Life, little regret
BIG ____, Repeated ____, little ____.
Everything starts from pursuing BIG DREAM. It moves throughthe blur of routine, through long nights and city noise, through busyness and silence.Chasing it reveals growth, yes — accomplishment and strength. But it alsouncovers the quiet things: the missed calls, the paths not taken, the drifting relationships,the moments lost, the almost -- the little regrets.
Between the extraordinary and the ordinary, DREAM SINGS,Life Passes, regrets hums. They tangle. They forget name and return anyway. Veringremembers a boy thinking about death at four. That boy’s still here, pulling onthreads, weaving the hope and the ache into something that almost makes sense. It’show he holds onto what’s fleeting.
This work isn’t clean. It drifts. It winds. It skips. Itrepeats. It’s not a map. It’s a pulse — of dreaming or daydreaming, losing,growing, remembering. All of it together. Always together, the color, the lineand the symbol.
