
I Remember the Willow
A poetic reflection on inner struggle, sensitivity, memory, love, and how the mind experiences the world differently—through the eyes of someone who feels everything deeply.
A poetic reflection on inner struggle, sensitivity, memory, love, and how the mind experiences the world differently—through the eyes of someone who feels everything deeply.
I thought I was smart. I work in tech. I troubleshoot complex systems. I optimize databases. I write code that doesn’t crash on Fridays. But then I had a son. And slowly, I began to realize something deeply humbling: This tiny human — who still occasionally tries to eat my slipper — is doing things that would blow the minds of most adults I know. Including, at times, myself. He Tasted the World — Literally Babies have 30,000 taste buds. Not just on the tongue — all over the mouth. That’s three times more than adults. ...
There was a time in life when possibility felt limitless — when each day offered a chance to learn something new, and every small adventure carried meaning. I look back on that chapter with deep appreciation. With a little car and a big sense of curiosity, I explored not just classrooms but entire neighborhoods, local parks, buzzing malls, and quiet stretches of beach. What stands out now isn’t just where I went, but what those moments taught me. A spontaneous drive could turn into a conversation that shifted my perspective. A walk in the park could spark an idea or a feeling I hadn’t noticed before. Every experience — big or small — helped me grow. ...
A CMS isn’t just a tool—it’s the backbone of digital publishing. As a backend developer at BLOX Digital, I see every day how the right platform can make or break a newsroom. And with BLOX NXT, the future of content management is here.
After I closed the door on social media, I found myself in a quiet room. No scroll, no buzz, no filters. Just stillness. And you know what? I didn’t miss it. Not even a little. Life didn’t change. A couple of friends reached out privately, and it was fun—like running into someone at the market and chatting spontaneously. Maybe others will follow, maybe not. It’s fine. My days are still what they’ve always been: a little chaotic, often beautiful, and somehow always too short. ...
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