Today, I stumbled upon a blog here. Reading it felt like opening the door to a new world filled with meaning.
There’s so much to discover on Hive, like turning the pages of a storybook one by one. Among the many fascinating themes, one truly touched my heart—about gardening and the simplicity of village life.
It reminded me of the plants in my backyard. It’s been a while since I last tended to them. Caught up in the busyness of life, I didn’t realize how neglected they had become. The flowers that once adorned our walls now look pale, their leaves turning yellow.
Once, those plants were a source of joy for us. Now, it feels as though they are waiting for me to return—not just to nurture them with water and care, but with love.
And yet, the truth is, they are the ones who nurture me. They fill my heart with calm, gratitude, and a gentle reminder to slow down.
For the past year, I’ve been occupied with running a laundry business.
It has taken much of my time and energy.
But I realize now that my soul also needs its own source of energy—through engaging in things that bring calm and peace.
It is not right to let the soul wither, just as it is not right to neglect these beautiful plants.
Both deserve care, attention, and gratitude—nurtured with the gentleness they quietly teach us.
To the writers here, thank you. Your words have reminded me of the beauty of simple things, often overlooked. Thank you for sharing such heartfelt inspiration.
