The more we get older, the more our dreams become simpler
As the years unfurl like soft petals, our dreams shift in hue, no longer painted in wild ambitions but brushed with the gentle strokes of simplicity.
We find joy in the quiet moments—a nice warm meal in the evening, the laughter of family echoing through familiar walls. The vibrant chase of youth fades, replaced by a longing for peace, for a garden where happiness blooms in the ordinary.
In the evening glow, we yearn for nothing more than the comfort of a well-cooked meal, a savory embrace that warms both body and soul.
Weekend visits to our parents become treasures, where stories and love intertwine like vines, binding us to our roots.
The world’s chaos dims, and we realize that contentment lies not in grand achievements but in the serene rhythm of daily life.
Each sunrise brings a gentle reminder: happiness is not found in the distant horizon, but in the quiet joys we often overlook.
Simplicity becomes our sanctuary, a place where dreams are woven from the threads of gratitude. We learn to cherish the small things, for they hold the weight of a fulfilled heart.
At this age, we discover that true richness lies in the simplicity of being, loving, and sharing life’s simplest pleasures.
— Salomrele