Sometimes, I catch myself reliving moments that don’t even matter anymore—old arguments, awkward slips, random scenes. I used to think it was weird, but now I know I’m not alone. Our minds just cling to things, even if they’re useless.
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I thought it was too late for wonder. But then one day I laughed so hard I cried—and I knew joy was still inside me, waiting for an invitation.
Fun didn’t leave me—I left it behind in the name of being “responsible.” Years later, I realized I missed the version of me who played without purpose.
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I didn’t notice the fun leaving until silence became louder than laughter. Somewhere around 40, joy stopped visiting daily—it came only by appointment.
and then