Today I was walking down the street and felt the air shift. There was something different in it — as if someone had added a drop of sweet anticipation to the scent of the wind. That’s always the first sign: spring is near.

I watched people rushing through their own little worlds, the shadows of trees gently sliding across building walls. And suddenly, I thought: why do we so rarely notice the small wonders around us?

Youth isn’t about age. It’s about the ability to see, to hear, to feel as if it’s all happening for the very first time. The first coffee on a sunny bench. The first “hello” from a stranger with warm eyes. The first thought: “What if I try something completely new today?”

I’m starting this blog not because I have all the answers — but because I have so many questions. And I want to walk this path consciously — with open eyes, an expanded heart, and a slightly naive belief that the world is a kind place, as long as there’s beauty in the little things.

If you also feel like seeing life a bit deeper — but with a smile — stay with me. It’ll be honest. It’ll be messy. But it’ll be real.