rokhshad_dashti
Nostalgia
As we grow older, only faint memories of childhood and our grandmother’s house remain.
Yet those faded memories are the sweetest parts of life.
The scent of flowers and pastries filling the courtyard, the sound of children’s laughter echoing when we were all together...
In our daily routines, we’ve forgotten those heartfelt laughs, those games without competition, and the simple act of forgiving each other.
I believe this is the essence of life:
to find joy in small things,
to remember that everything is fleeting.
We must learn to keep playing — even when we think we’re losing.
Nostalgia
As we grow older, only faint memories of childhood and our grandmother’s house remain.
Yet those faded memories are the sweetest parts of life.
The scent of flowers and pastries filling the courtyard, the sound of children’s laughter echoing when we were all together...
In our daily routines, we’ve forgotten those heartfelt laughs, those games without competition, and the simple act of forgiving each other.
I believe this is the essence of life:
to find joy in small things,
to remember that everything is fleeting.
We must learn to keep playing — even when we think we’re losing.