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Pieces of me
There was a time when rain alone could make me feel alive.
The sound of droplets, the cool breeze, the earthy smell, it was enough to fill me with a quiet kind of happiness.
Yesterday, it rained again. Not just rain, there were hailstorms too. And for a brief moment, a rainbow appeared in the sky, as if nature was trying to put on a show. I captured reflections in water, clicked a few beautiful pictures, and shared them.
By all means, it was a good day. A creative day. The kind of day that should have filled me with joy.
But something felt different.
I noticed that the excitement wasn’t there the way it used to be. The joy felt quieter… almost distant. I did feel calm, even content for a moment, but not the deep, childlike happiness I once knew so well.
And that made me wonder,
What changed?
Is this what growing up feels like?
Do we slowly lose our ability to feel deeply about simple things?
Or is it something else?
Maybe I’ve become too analytical, always thinking instead of feeling.
Maybe life, in its own way, has made me more guarded.
Maybe I’ve been hurt… or maybe I’ve hurt others.
Or maybe this is just what adulthood looks like. Responsibilities replacing wonder, routine replacing magic.
Somewhere along the way, I feel like I lost a part of my “childness” - that pure, unfiltered joy I once adored.
And yet, I find myself wishing…
I wish to feel that happiness again.
I wish to live a little more freely, without the constant weight of worries.
I wish to be a source of light and warmth for the people around me.
And I wish to become something meaningful on my own terms.
For the first time, I’m not just recalling what happened in my day, I’m trying to understand how I felt within it.
Maybe that’s where it begins.
Maybe the joy hasn’t disappeared completely.
Maybe it’s just waiting to be noticed again - quietly, patiently - in the little things.
And maybe, just maybe,
learning to feel again is also a part of growing up.
Let’s keep living.
Radhe Radhe 🙏
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