{"id":487,"date":"2026-09-01T05:28:10","date_gmt":"2026-09-01T05:28:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.madiwords.ro\/?p=487"},"modified":"2026-09-01T05:49:20","modified_gmt":"2026-09-01T05:49:20","slug":"bucuriile-verii-mele","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.madiwords.ro\/en\/bucuriile-verii-mele\/","title":{"rendered":"Small joys of my summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br \/>This summer I didn\u2019t go anywhere or do anything spectacular. But it was a wonderful summer. And I probably wouldn\u2019t have even stopped to think about why I enjoyed it so much if, during a conversation, I hadn\u2019t heard someone question the value of simple joys.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph translation-block\">That\u2019s what made me start thinking more seriously about our relationship with the little things. We have an entire vocabulary for them: from \u201cenjoy the present,\u201d \u201csavor the moment,\u201d and \u201cthe beauty of small things,\u201d to the classic Instagram-friendly phrases \u2014<em>little treats<\/em>, <em>slow mornings<\/em>, <em>romanticize your life<\/em>. \nMaybe we\u2019ve used them so often that we\u2019ve started to drain them of their meaning.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And yet, how small are life\u2019s joys, really?<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I found the answer in my own summer. I thought about the things that had made it so good and gathered them into a list.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The scent of summer mornings<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s the simplest thing on my list, and perhaps the easiest to take for granted. I love the way the cool morning air blends with the scent of flowers and dry grass. It instantly gives me a simple, almost childlike sense of joy.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The Coffee from Brewno<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It became part of my routine on the days I went to the office this summer. Twice a week, I enjoyed the same flat white with pea milk. Part of the charm of this little treat also comes from the people there. They\u2019re always cheerful and never forget to wish me a lovely day.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>A good book<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One of my favorite reads of the summer cost only a few cents. My mother found the book at a flea market. I started reading it late one morning and didn\u2019t put it down until after sunset. The real luxury wasn\u2019t the cheap book itself, but having an unusually quiet day with enough room in it for an entire story.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The Watercolors<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019m no great painter, but perhaps it\u2019s no coincidence that painting does me so much good. My father was a true artist, and I like to think I inherited from him at least the joy of color. That\u2019s why I love those moments when I can paint quietly, choosing simple subjects in warm, comforting shades. However ordinary they may be, they have a way of pulling me, if only for a little while, out of the usual rhythm of the day.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>An evening spent on Bega river<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It was a spontaneous invitation, and I spent most of that evening sitting on a bench, absolutely freezing. Still, I loved watching my brothers sit on the steps by the water, eating sunflower seeds and chatting with their friends. I had an interesting conversation with my mother, and toward the end of the evening, I listened to the optimistic story of a teenage girl who joined us.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The Sunset on my terrace<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sunsets are probably the ultimate champions of romanticized \u201clittle joys.\u201d The view from my terrace is nothing extraordinary\u2014just houses under construction and, a little farther away, a patch of open field that has somehow escaped them so far. And yet, in the evening, the sky does almost all the work.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s a small list, much like the joys it contains. But maybe we don\u2019t overlook them because they are small. Maybe we overlook them because anything good, once it becomes familiar, starts to feel ordinary. We get used to the things that quietly make our lives better and stop giving them much thought. What stays in focus instead is everything that is missing, or everything that hasn\u2019t turned out quite the way we wanted.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I think this is where gratitude finds its place. But not that kind of gratitude practiced as a simple exercise in positivity. Rather, the sincere awareness that the good things we have are not as natural as they come to seem to us. So, when I look back on this summer, it doesn\u2019t seem ordinary to me at all.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><\/figure>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Vara asta nu am plecat nic\u0103ieri \u0219i nu am f\u0103cut nimic spectaculos. Dar a fost o var\u0103 pe cinste. \u0218i probabil nici nu m-a\u0219 fi g\u00e2ndit la motivul pentru care mi-a pl\u0103cut at\u00e2t de mult dac\u0103, \u00eentr-o conversa\u021bie, nu a\u0219 fi auzit pe cineva pun\u00e2nd la \u00eendoial\u0103 valoarea bucuriilor simple. 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