Countless times, we have found ourselves pondering the alternate paths our lives might have taken if we had chosen one decision over another. Many moons in the past, someone asked me the intriguing question of why I enjoy writing. It made me pause, for no one had ever inquired about this aspect of my life before. After a brief moment of contemplation, I burst into laughter. Why do we eat? Why does the rain descend from the sky? Where does the river ultimately merge with the sea? Is there more life beyond our Earthly confines?
Attempting to answer such a question is akin to unraveling the mysteries of the universe. When I face a blank page, it’s as if I’m confronted with the dawn of a new day. Each morning, I begin outlining grand plans for the day, only to reach the realization that sometimes, it is wisest to let the minutes and hours guide me. While social expectations dictate the necessity of achieving something tangible by day’s end, I’ve come to embrace the notion that there are days when simply putting one foot in front of the other, breathing a bit more freely, and wearing a brighter smile is accomplishment enough. Not every day needs to be a whirlwind of activity.
I’ve learned that the most joyous moments often unfold during the unhurried, quiet breaks.
Love,
Carmen
Carmen Monica Oprea 