bhaskar saikia

If the breeze still moves you, if a sunrise still stops you in your tracks, if your heart skips a beat while looking at this strange, wonderful world—
then take a breath and know this: you are alive.

Not just breathing. Not just existing. Alive.

We live in a world that demands proof of everything. Proof of logic, reason, structure, success.

But some of the most important truths are felt—not calculated. They arrive uninvited on a quiet morning, in a moment of wonder, in a childlike laugh you thought you’d forgotten.

And that’s where aliveness lives. In the intangible. In the spontaneous. In that place where intuition whispers louder than the noise of the world.

But we’re trained to grow up, to be serious, to be rational. We’re told to silence our inner child—the one that finds joy in puddles, shapes in clouds, and meaning in madness.

We’re told to play it safe. To conform. To reason our way through life.

But what is reason if it kills wonder? What is success if it starves the soul?

Never let your reasoning squeeze your intuition. Never let the child in you die—even if others roll their eyes, even if they call you foolish, or worse, insane.

Because your happiness doesn’t need their permission.

And the truth is—they won’t always be happy for you. Not everyone can celebrate your joy, your difference, your audacity to feel.

But that’s okay.

What matters is that you don’t lose your softness in a hard world. That you continue to feel deeply, love boldly, and live truthfully. That you remember—you are alive.

And that is more than enough.