{"id":13313,"date":"2025-05-02T11:58:51","date_gmt":"2025-05-02T11:58:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thehealingmindmagazine.com\/newedition\/?p=13313"},"modified":"2025-05-02T22:09:57","modified_gmt":"2025-05-02T22:09:57","slug":"a-quiet-wanting-a-dream-of-being-chosen-just-to-be-ryan-parker-the-healing-mind-magazine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thehealingmindmagazine.com\/newedition\/a-quiet-wanting-a-dream-of-being-chosen-just-to-be-ryan-parker-the-healing-mind-magazine\/","title":{"rendered":"A Quiet Wanting: A Dream of Being Chosen Just to Be – Ryan Parker – The Healing Mind Magazine"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Quiet Wanting: A Dream of Being Chosen Just to Be<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

There are dreams that leave us shaken, confused, or stirred by symbols.
And then\u2026 there are dreams that feel like an embrace.
Not dramatic. Not wild. Just a moment.
Where you\u2019re not performing. Not hiding. Not proving.<\/p>\n

You’re just there.
And someone sees you.<\/p>\n

In one such dream, you\u2019re walking into a room. Maybe a kitchen, maybe a garden\u2014maybe somewhere that doesn\u2019t even exist on a map.
But the second you enter, someone looks up and their face lights up.
They don\u2019t say anything grand. They just say, \u201cThere you are.\u201d<\/em>
As if they\u2019ve been waiting. As if your presence\u2026 makes something complete.<\/p>\n

And in that instant, you feel it:
You are wanted.
Not needed. Not useful. Not impressive.
Just\u2026 wanted.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not about attraction.
It\u2019s about belonging.<\/em><\/p>\n

So much of waking life is spent trying to fit.
Trying to earn a place.
Trying to be \u201cenough\u201d of something.<\/p>\n

But in this dream, you didn\u2019t have to try.
You didn\u2019t have to shrink yourself, or explain yourself, or rise to anything.
You just were<\/em>.
And that was wanted.<\/p>\n

These dreams aren\u2019t loud.
They don\u2019t 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\u2014while awake.<\/p>\n

Because somewhere deep down,
we all want that.
To feel like our life, our being, our presence\u2026 matters.<\/p>\n

To walk into a space,
and feel like someone\u2019s soul has been saving a chair for ours.<\/p>\n

Maybe that\u2019s what these dreams are.
Not fantasy,
but memory.
Of how it once felt.
Or hope.
For how it still could.<\/p>\n

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