Before, every event seemed like an adventure. A new city was a delight, a new person was magical. Now, it's just an experience. Everything becomes "just one more time." And that's a little scary.

When you stop being amazed, it's like you've lost a piece of your soul. 💫
You start counting, planning, analyzing, instead of simply feeling.
Maybe that's why children seem so alive—they can't understand everything yet.

And I want to not understand again. I want to not know what will happen next. I want to react, not think things through.
Not out of recklessness, but because I'm tired of being rational.

Why do we grow up at the cost of our ability to be surprised? Why is seriousness considered a sign of intelligence, while admiration is considered a sign of naivety? 🤔

Maybe maturity isn't about knowing everything, but about still being able to admire.
And if I ever feel that tingling "wow" again, I certainly won't hide it under a mask of calm. ✨