joy
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I remember the day my grandmother passed as vividly as if it happened yesterday. Her departure was quiet. It left her chair empty by the window. Her absence stung deeply, like a sudden summer storm that catches you off guard. At the time, it felt overwhelming, like darkness enveloping me. Still, as the days turned
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Life is a series of transitions, isn’t it? One minute you’re laughing over spilled coffee with your closest friend. You’re reminiscing about your school days at that quaint little café. The next moment, they’re packing up to chase a new job opportunity across the country. Suddenly, the silence in your home feels deafening. That familiar
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Perhaps the essence of a happy ending lies in cherishing the little joys of life. For me, it’s the pleasure of sipping that first cup of coffee as the day begins. It’s the thrill of cruising down familiar streets with the windows rolled down, feeling the wind tousle your hair while your favorite tune plays
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“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” –Henri Matisse “The Japanese say, if the flower is to be beautiful, it must be cultivated.” –Lester Cole “The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.” — Kahlil Gibran “The rose is a rose
