People who are emotionally and intellectually invested into the depth of almost everything never, by any chance, let go off little moments without concluding something beautiful out of them. With eyes dripping gold. No wonder why their souls feel like pure art and beaut.
In order to bring back love letters, we must first bring back the real lovers, and in order to bring back the real lovers, we must bring back emotional intelligence, kindness, empathy, and consideration.
Problem with this entire “World Cup = Roman circus” debate is that they don’t realise that the people who play these sports are essentially just human beings with stories just like us. When we are kids we watch them play and we try to mimic what they do on the playground, failing at it, eventually with time realising that what they’re producing on the pitch is pure magic.
Then in their humanness we relate to them, but in this sport they are magicians whom one then follows until their career ends. The entire journey is an experience with ups and downs, we learn and we grow through their experiences.
Being miserable is not the 6th pillar of Islam. One should always have the capacity to enjoy this worldly life in every single halal way possible. Although I do agree, that enjoyment shouldn’t become the only thing you do.
Life is, after all, a precious gift and it must be spent in service of causes greater than life itself.
something so soothingly sweet about being the person who can be a safe space for someone else's emotions. You're trusting me, venting to me, trying to look for comfort in me? thank you for silently making me feel so important & valid