Wish Life Were a Catalog By: Gouya Roshan
I wish life were a catalog;
we could flip through its pages and, whenever we grew tired, return to a chapter where breathing felt easier. A chapter where worries were not so overwhelming, where people loved us more simply, and our dreams were fragrant with hope. Perhaps those were the days when happiness needed no reason, and sorrow was not a constant companion.
But life is a book that is written only once; it has no undo button, no margins where mistakes can be erased. Still, it holds something astonishing within it: we cannot return to previous chapters, but we can revive their spirit. Through a memory, a song, a person, or even through the courage to love again.
Perhaps this is the art of living: instead of regretting past chapters, we learn to bring the spirit of those joyful days into today’s page and move forward. Not exactly as before, but more mature, deeper, and more authentic.

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