The Quiet Wanting: A Dream of Being Chosen Just to Be

There are dreams that leave us shaken, confused, or stirred by symbols.
And then… there are dreams that feel like an embrace.
Not dramatic. Not wild. Just a moment.
Where you’re not performing. Not hiding. Not proving.

You’re just there.
And someone sees you.

In one such dream, you’re walking into a room. Maybe a kitchen, maybe a garden—maybe somewhere that doesn’t even exist on a map.
But the second you enter, someone looks up and their face lights up.
They don’t say anything grand. They just say, “There you are.”
As if they’ve been waiting. As if your presence… makes something complete.

And in that instant, you feel it:
You are wanted.
Not needed. Not useful. Not impressive.
Just… wanted.

It’s not about attraction.
It’s about belonging.

So much of waking life is spent trying to fit.
Trying to earn a place.
Trying to be “enough” of something.

But in this dream, you didn’t have to try.
You didn’t have to shrink yourself, or explain yourself, or rise to anything.
You just were.
And that was wanted.

These dreams aren’t loud.
They don’t come with fireworks or mystery.
They arrive like a whisper that stays in your bones for days.
And you wake up not with questions, but with an ache.
A longing to feel that way—while awake.

Because somewhere deep down,
we all want that.
To feel like our life, our being, our presence… matters.

To walk into a space,
and feel like someone’s soul has been saving a chair for ours.

Maybe that’s what these dreams are.
Not fantasy,
but memory.
Of how it once felt.
Or hope.
For how it still could.