Lately, I’ve been romanticizing life—finding beauty in the smallest, most ordinary moments. Morning sunlight spilling through the window, the sound of rain tapping on the roof, a good cup of coffee, or even a quiet walk with no destination. I’ve started treating these simple things like scenes from a movie, where I get to be the main character in my own story. It’s changed how I see everything—less rush, more presence. It’s not about ignoring reality, but choosing to notice the good within it. Life feels softer when you let it. I’ve been trying to create pockets of joy, no matter how small, and letting them remind me that this life—even in its chaos—is still beautiful. There’s something powerful in deciding to see magic in the mundane.