Weeds, Wanderlust & the Rooms We Call Home...

The three of them were pulling out weeds from the grass — a scene so simple, so ordinary — and yet, a sight I would love at any given day. Something about that moment whispered “happy life” to me. No screens, no noise, just hands in the soil and laughter in the air.

It got me thinking — what really is the idea of a happy life?

Is it the house with white fences? A well-paying job? A fridge full of groceries and weekends at the mall? Or is it something quieter… something that grows in slow, shared moments?

I often wonder, what kind of house is ideal?
To me, it’s one with windows that let sunlight pour in, walls that echo with giggles, maybe a little messy, but lived in. A place where the door is always open for stories, tea, and silence.

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What do we really live for?
It’s a loaded question. Some days I think I know the answer. Other days, I’m just winging it.

Lately, I’ve been watching these travelers — families who roam the world, their kids being homeschooled on the road, learning through life itself. They fascinate me. No, that’s not strong enough — I’m obsessed.

Imagine the kind of education that comes not from textbooks, but from hiking trails, street markets, mountain villages, and stories shared by strangers. So much cultural richness — language, food, history, connection.

But you need guts for that.
That kind of courage.
And yes, that kind of money too.

But more than anything, you need to be shackles-free.

And then there’s the other side of the coin…
What about old parents? The roots that hold us back, or maybe the roots that ground us.
Can we ever truly live just for ourselves?

We don’t.
We live for so many people.
We carry their hopes, their expectations, sometimes even their regrets — on our backs, in our bones.

And strangely, many of these people — they’ve always made their own choices. But we… we live by their choices.

It’s not fair.
But it’s love.
Or maybe it’s both.

I don’t know where all of this leaves me.
But I do know — if I see three people pulling out weeds again tomorrow — I’ll stop, smile, and let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, a happy life is still within reach.

Even if it looks a little different from the dream...

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_{images with ladybugs are courtesy of @simp4meh}