I’m finding the coming into my true romantic adulthood so much more childlike than expected. Finding alignment with myself happens to be my most playful, silly, joyous version. Exactly like the Fool.
I grew up in fear of adulthood, wondering when exactly I would wake up and be bitter and pessimistic like all the adults I knew. At what age would I forgo bouncing on the trampoline for sitting in front of the tv?
To remain open and to chase the whim is so much braver than the packaged deal we’ve been told to want.
Great essay ❤️🍄✨ I was so excited by the title that I came back to read days later. Thank you 💕
i’ve just found myself at a stage in life where i’m realising that there are so many little things to love, and life is glorious that way. thank you for writing this!
“Beauty is also real. A cat purring is also real. Having a laugh in the kitchen after a tough day is also real. Every sunrise and every new moon being a new beginning is also real.” Everything about this 😭😭😭 Oorja thank you for bringing all of us back in relationship with our hearts ♥️
Oorjaaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭 This is so, so beautiful. I have never thought of it this way, but it’s true, real adulting is romancing!! It is being the love and letting in the love. I don’t have enough words to express how amazing this poetic tapestry of words is.
This makes me feel so much softer, in the strongest way possible. It feels like an affirmation, a divine scripture 🥲🥲🥲
This reminded me of a quote I love “Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time”
There is so much beauty in being open to love, romantic and cosmic ✨
It’s too beautiful :’)
If nothing, it requires more adulthood and maturity than adolescent cynicism.
Thank you for this<3
I love this so much, thank you for this light on my day.
I’m finding the coming into my true romantic adulthood so much more childlike than expected. Finding alignment with myself happens to be my most playful, silly, joyous version. Exactly like the Fool.
I grew up in fear of adulthood, wondering when exactly I would wake up and be bitter and pessimistic like all the adults I knew. At what age would I forgo bouncing on the trampoline for sitting in front of the tv?
To remain open and to chase the whim is so much braver than the packaged deal we’ve been told to want.
Great essay ❤️🍄✨ I was so excited by the title that I came back to read days later. Thank you 💕
i’ve just found myself at a stage in life where i’m realising that there are so many little things to love, and life is glorious that way. thank you for writing this!
This was so awfully beautiful. Thank you; I think this piece will fall, and has fallen, into the hands of many who needed it.
I loved read this! 😍
“Beauty is also real. A cat purring is also real. Having a laugh in the kitchen after a tough day is also real. Every sunrise and every new moon being a new beginning is also real.” Everything about this 😭😭😭 Oorja thank you for bringing all of us back in relationship with our hearts ♥️
I enjoyed reading your essay Oorja. Made this Sunday morning felt easier (if that's even possible).
Oorjaaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭 This is so, so beautiful. I have never thought of it this way, but it’s true, real adulting is romancing!! It is being the love and letting in the love. I don’t have enough words to express how amazing this poetic tapestry of words is.
This makes me feel so much softer, in the strongest way possible. It feels like an affirmation, a divine scripture 🥲🥲🥲