wannabe writer and poet.

Hence why I believe that “The Lord of the Rings” shall never lose its relevance, as long as humankind endures. It is a perfect example of such a sword, forged to become a timeless masterpiece. On one hand, it offers an escape into a meticulously crafted world — a place where our imagination soars, lifting us from the ground, holding us gently under the arms, and flying us high above our reality. And in that flight, we gain the perspective of a bird, seeing the world in its entirety: the beauty and the terror, all at once. For at its heart, LOTR is a profound confrontation with the deepest truths of human existence and the human experience. It is a mirror and a guide — a manual of sorts, on how to remain human in a world that conspires to make you less.

It’s not about romanticizing the mundane but about being receptive to the beauty that’s already there. The mundane isn’t void of meaning or romanticism; it’s rich with stories waiting to be uncovered and retold, beauty waiting to be seen and acknowledged — a flicker of sunlight on a windowsill, a stranger's smile in passing, the muffled music from your neighbors through the wall, the way steam rises from a cup of tea. Yet, to see it requires more than just looking — it asks for a surrender, a willingness to let go of cynicism and to meet the world on its own terms. Perhaps this is where the art of living begins — not in searching for grand happenings but in learning to embrace the quiet magic of what’s already in front of us. The extraordinary doesn’t need to be created; it has always been there, nestled within the folds of the ordinary, waiting patiently to be seen.