where time slows down, and meaning is found; finding beauty in simplicity, and quality over quantity.
When early mornings are filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, life unfolds gently.
You take your time slowly to meditate, breathing with the rhythm of the morning air. Each inhale is calm, each exhale a release, as if the weight of the world drifts out with the wind. The room is quiet, filled only with the soft warmth of light seeping through the curtains.
Days are slow as you cook your own meal from the ingredients that you pick from your own garden. Tomatoes still warm from the sun, basil leaves crushed between your fingers, olive oil gleaming like liquid gold. The kitchen fills with the gentle simmer of sauces, the crackle of bread in the oven, the fragrance of herbs drifting out the open window.
In the afternoon, you take time to pick yourself back where you left off with the current book you’re reading. The sun leans low, casting golden stripes across the pages, and the world outside softens into a quiet hum.
Time drifts differently here — unhurried, tender. Every sentence feels like a step into another world, yet also a return to yourself. The story carries you, but it is the stillness that nourishes you most, the luxury of pausing life just to listen to a page breathe.
In the evenings, family members gather to pray and give thanks for a fruitful day. The house grows still, the glow of candles softening every shadow, every face lit with quiet warmth. Voices rise together — some steady, some tender — blending into a chorus of gratitude that carries beyond the walls.
The day, with all its simple joys — the garden harvest, the laughter at the table, the quiet turning of pages — finds its meaning here, in this circle of togetherness. Hands join, hearts open, and silence lingers sweetly after the last words are spoken.
This is where life is well lived without needing anyone to notice.
No spotlight, no applause — only the sweetness of moments strung together like pearls, enough to make a lifetime shine.
This is la dolce vita : a life not performed, but simply lived —
fully, humbly, beautifully. #dolcevitabogor
