Hello Writers,
Have ever felt the inertia of life - past <> present? Some things simply refusing to stay buried pulling, tugging, gnawing. Ideas, dreams, forgotten projects, p-e-o-p-l-e… left for dead, only to bubble up to the surface (once) again when you least expect them.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to bring something back to life. Not in that grandiose, cinematic way… the triumphant comeback, the second chance everyone cheers for. But the quieter resurrections. The ones that just sneak up on you.
How about a song you used to love suddenly playing in a café, pulling you back into a version of yourself you’d almost forgotten. An old ambition, long dismissed, resurfacing in a conversation, making you wonder—was I really done with that? Or did I just let it go too soon?
Not everything is meant to return, of course. Some things belong in the past. But every now and then, something tugs at you, and you realize—it’s not the past trying to pull you back. It’s the future reminding you that you’re not finished yet.
So tell me, do you hear the knocking at your door? Hmm? What’s refusing to stay buried? Maybe it’s time to listen.