The Daily Grind

  Dear Reader, This is a letter from my past. From a time when ink-stained fingers were the mark of a writer, a dreamer, and someone trying to make sense of their thoughts on paper.   I don’t know how often I think about you — the version of me who used to sit quietly in corners with nothing but a pen, a diary, and a thousand feelings that didn’t know how to be spoken out loud. So, they were written. Sometimes in full sentences, sometimes just words scattered across pages — raw, confused, but true. It is a peculiar truth that the smallest of objects can awaken the deepest reflections. Recently, while organizing my study, I stumbled upon an old inkwell—its glass surface still stained with dried black ink, its lid slightly rusted with time. There was something melancholic and charming in its presence, something that pulled me toward memory and meaning. “ The past is a lantern on the stern of a boat, which shows nothing but the track already passed.” And yet, as I gazed at t...

 Nature’s Lullaby: A Beautiful Gift from Earth Dear Reader, I hope this letter reaches you at a moment when you can pause — even just for a breath.   In the chaos of life, we often forget the quiet comfort that surrounds us: nature’s lullaby. It plays gently, patiently, asking for nothing but a moment of your attention. No music app required. No playlist needed. The earth sings on its own — and her melody is beautiful.   Have you ever stood under a tree and listened to the leaves whisper? Or closed your eyes near a river and felt the water hum beneath your feet? Nature’s voice is always there, singing in soft winds, in birdcalls, in the rustle of grass, and even in the silence between sounds. It’s not loud, but it’s incredibly alive.   To me, nature’s lullaby is one of the most healing gifts the Earth has offered. When I’m overwhelmed or tired, I find peace in her song — a peace no words can fully explain. There’s music in the way light filters through...