Growing Perspectives

Have you ever woken up late in the morning, when the sun has fully risen, and the light that filters in through your window is no longer golden, but bright and white?

Have you ever seen the surface of a lake at night?

Have you ever felt the joy of growing a plant from a seed that you planted?

Have you ever wished that you could turn back time? Have you ever wanted to relive a moment that has already passed?

It was Hippocrates, an ancient Greek physician, who once said, “Before you heal someone, ask him if he’s willing to give up the things that make him sick.”

A very large part of our lives is centred around the process of repetition.

Growth, learning and youth are three concepts that are intertwined with each other.

An interesting memory from my childhood that I treasure is that of making small bracelets using beads and string.

One of the lessons we learn from a young age is that truthfulness is one of the most important values in the world.

Sometimes, growth becomes a period of complete introspection and self-analysis. In this period, when your priorities often lie in the process of simply figuring out how to place yourself in the world, it is easy to forget the realities that exist in the way that life occurs.

Our natural world has always been an ordinary part of our lives.

For the first few years after we are born, we spend most of our time simply learning how to live.

Happiness is perhaps one of the only destinations for which the map is created by our own unique experiences.

Sometimes, when I hear the wind whistling through the trees and rustling the old branches, I am reminded of the Peepal tree and the secret song that it hides in every leaf.

There was a myth about a group of villagers who lived in the Solomon Islands.

I have always found the ocean to be a rather enchanting place.

Our history often shapes itself into a part of our identity.

Have you ever wondered what our planet looks like from space?

At some point in our childhood, all of us would have found ourselves with a large lump of modelling clay in our hands.

Can you imagine the beauty of a city at night? The colours that swim in the blue glass windows of skyscrapers?