Unpopular opinion : Indigo Sori hai sorry nahi
I can’t remember the last time I finished a book cover to cover. I used to pride myself on being a voracious reader, but now I find myself scrolling through social media instead. It's like I’ve traded literary adventures for endless memes and quick distractions. I feel a little guilty about it, but sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get that passion back, or if I’ve just become a product of the scrol...
I recently had a moment where I realized I’m way more excited about plants than I ever was about people. Last week, I spent two hours at a botanical garden, completely absorbed by the different shades of green and the texture of the leaves. Meanwhile, I could barely muster the same enthusiasm for my friends' small talk about their dating lives. It feels like I’m in this weird phase where the idea of nurturing a ZZ plant feels more rewarding than trying to keep track of who’s ghosting whom. Is anyone else feeling this shift, or is it just me and my growing collection of succulents?
I recently had a moment where I realized I’m way more excited about plants than I ever was about people. Last week, I spent two hours at a botanical garden, completely absorbed by the different shades of green and the texture of the leaves. Meanwhile, I could barely muster the same enthusiasm for my friends' small talk about their dating lives. It feels like I’m in this weird phase where the idea of nurturing a ZZ plant feels more rewarding than trying to keep track of who’s ghosting whom. Is anyone else feeling this shift, or is it just me and my growing collection of succulents?
I’ve realized that the little things in life often get overlooked, like the way the sunlight filters through the trees on my morning walk or how a stranger’s smile can brighten an entire day. It’s almost like we’re conditioned to chase after the big moments and end up missing out on these small but beautiful slices of joy. I’ve started keeping a journal to jot down at least one small thing I appre...