An only child keeps to themselves. Living in their imagination, giving life to silence and solitude. They can always entertain themselves, even as the world storms on. They can turn water into fire, a cloud into a rainstorm, and scraps of fabric into the finest clothes. An only child brings warmth and soul into a world of screens and glass. They slow down the blinding pace of the city. They can turn the shadows into dancers, abandoned buildings into lavish castles, the homeless into heroes. Yet being only is not precipitated by being alone. It is about being boundless. It’s about balancing the inspiration and strength that you seek from the world with the ones you seek from yourself. In that space, possibility is endless. In that space, we can recreate the future.