that you were born with one and only one perspective, only one point of view. It will never change, it may improve or degenerate but thats the only pair of tinted glasses you have that you look at the world from. Everyone else moving around with their own pair of glasses.

No matter how close you are to the person next to you, there is no way you could see what they are seeing, feel what they are feeling.

Maybe it’s a blessing, to live as one but connect with multiple. Maybe it’s a curse, to connect with multiple but never really live as one?

it’s in the ingredients chosen for a dish made just for you, in the way they stay up to hear every story even as their eyes fight sleep, in that second glance that lingers a heartbeat longer when you wear a certain color. it’s in the kindness in their eyes that hold your emotions and lock them in the safest place in the world. it’s in the longer route they take, just so you can catch a better view of the sunset from the passenger seat. in the flavor of ice cream they picked one they don’t even like, only so you could try something new. in the warmth of their breath on your neck when they sleep turned the way that’s most comfortable for you, not for them. it’s in the way they search for your hand as soon as the walking signal turns green, afraid they might lose you in the crowd. In the way their grip tightens when you pass a manhole, as soon as you carelessly joke about falling in one. in the way they shuffle the carrying bags around so one of their hand is always available to hold yours.

as they say, there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts and if you’re lucky, you’ll get to feel more than a few of them: love served as cut fruit on a sweltering afternoon, love curled into tiny fingers clinging to your index finger like they’ll never let go, love tumbling out in a breathless monologue stitched together faster than words can keep up, because the story of the stuffed whale and the stuffed snake simply had to be told.

quite often you’ll even see it in the “lol that’s so u” texts you receive with a meme that only makes sense to them or “oh look you yawn exactly like this” when you pass by a tiny little dog on the street. sometimes in the “how are you” that arrives after months of silence.

this kind of love is lighter than a feather and more often than not it doesn’t require any words or actions to be conveyed. it’s the quiet force that shapes your days and weeks, the reason you move through your months with purpose and sometimes, if you’re truly lucky, it becomes the reason behind every goal in your life.

it makes you realize that hopping to a new country every month is a pretty worthless goal if it isn’t with this very person, or maybe you don’t even want to travel because right here, in this very moment, you feel at home, and at home is the most beautiful place to be.

While I sit and look at this Github that I won’t have a reason to chisel and shape I want to believe that we’ll naturally drift towards a perspective of ‘play’ with our creations as the cost of creating rapidly decreases. I’m analogising that since reward of physical labour went down we saw a whole ‘movement as fun’ (think gyms, marathons, etc.), similarly, when reward of mental labour goes down we should see creation for fun happening (we see that a little with vibecoding)