The Dreamer's Pen

There’s a quiet magic in the world that most people overlook, the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout to be seen, but quietly whispers to those who know how to listen. It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face as you step outside in the morning, the way the breeze dances gently through the trees, or the feeling of your feet sinking into soft grass. It’s in the comfort of eye contact with someone special, that brief, unspoken connection that transcends words. It’s in the beauty of a person’s voice, the way it holds emotion in each syllable, or the song of a bird at dawn, a simple melody that stirs something deep within. It’s in the smell of rain on the earth, that fresh, grounding scent that reminds us of renewal. The joy of life is woven into these small moments, the ones that often pass unnoticed, yet are filled with a depth and meaning that is far greater than the fleeting distractions of everyday life.

These simple, seemingly insignificant things speak to my soul in ways I can hardly articulate. They fill my heart with a profound, almost indescribable joy! A joy that is not loud or flashy, but quiet, tender, and deeply resonant. In these moments, I feel as though the universe itself is reaching out to me, offering a kind of solace, a kind of quiet affirmation that everything is connected, everything has meaning, even the smallest of things. As an INFJ, I’ve always felt that the deeper currents of life are where the true essence lies. I don’t just observe the world – I feel it. I see beauty in places where others may not even pause to look. Every encounter, every interaction, every seemingly insignificant detail holds the potential to stir something deep inside me. It’s as if I am attuned to the hidden layers of life, the threads that weave through the mundane and create something extraordinary. These are just some of the traits that come with being an INFJ -empathy, sensitivity, a deep awareness of the emotional currents around us, and an ability to find meaning in places most might never consider.

Like all children, I was captivated by the moon. Its soft glow in the night sky was a gentle mystery, calling me to pause and wonder. But what has always felt different is that this fascination never truly faded. Unlike most, who outgrow such childhood wonders, the moon has remained a constant presence in my life, always calling to me with its quiet, ethereal beauty. Even as I’ve grown older, it continues to tug at something deep within me, something I can’t quite explain. Each time it rises, I find myself looking up, feeling that familiar pull in my chest, and wondering, What does it all mean? There’s something in the way the moon hovers there, timeless and steady, that stirs a quiet, profound longing inside me, a search for connection, for understanding, for something greater than myself.

And then there are the stars – the scattered jewels in the sky that seem to hold stories of their own, ancient and infinite. I’ve always been in awe of how they connect us to the past, the present, and the future. It amazes me that people long before me, living in different times and places, looked up and saw the same stars, the same moon. And long after I am gone, others will do the same. The same light that touches my soul will touch theirs too. In that moment, when I look up at the moon and the stars, I feel a profound sense of belonging to something eternal. It’s as if the entire universe is holding its breath, connecting us all through time, through space, through this shared wonder. It’s a humbling thought, that this vast, beautiful sky is both timeless and ever-changing, and yet, in its stillness, it remains a thread that binds us together across generations.

In a world that constantly pushes us to seek the next big thing, to chase after the loudest achievements and the most visible successes, I find my peace in the small things. These are the moments that nourish my soul, that root me in the present, and remind me of the quiet, profound beauty woven into existence. It is in these simple moments that I feel most attuned to myself, to the world around me, and to the hidden magic that resides just beneath the surface of daily life.

The beauty of these small things goes beyond simply noticing them, it’s about embracing them fully. It’s about living fully in the quiet, in the subtle, in the moments that others might overlook. When we allow ourselves to be present in these quiet spaces, we begin to realize that life isn’t defined by grand events or loud accomplishments. It’s in the soft, unspoken moments, the quiet exchanges, and the gentle pauses where the true essence of life reveals itself.

As I pause and reflect on the beauty of these small moments, I recognize that this experience is common among people like me—INFJs, and also INFPs. Both types are deeply attuned to the emotional undercurrents of life, seeking meaning and connection in places others often overlook. For us, life is not always measured by external achievements or public recognition, but by the richness of the inner world and the small moments that evoke wonder. We are dreamers, empaths, and seekers of truth, always searching for meaning in the subtle threads of existence. It is in these quiet spaces that we feel most alive—where our sense of purpose comes into focus, and we are reminded of the beauty that exists just beneath the surface of the ordinary.

There are moments when I catch myself wondering if others see the world the way I do. Do they notice the subtle beauty in the flicker of a streetlight or feel the deep peace that comes with the silence of a winter morning. Over time, I’ve realized that my way of experiencing life is uniquely my own. It’s not something that everyone shares or fully understands, and that’s perfectly fine. What I’ve come to understand is that, as an INFJ, I am here to experience life through a lens of depth and reflection. We aren’t meant to see the world the same way as everyone else. Instead, we are called to slow down, absorb the layers of meaning around us, and reflect on their significance. In this, we find something sacred—a quiet depth that holds our hearts in ways that are both profound and personal.

In the words of Sylvia Plath, “I don’t know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.” This sentiment resonates deeply with me, for I too have never known a life untouched by intensity. It’s as though my emotional landscape is a vast, unexplored territory, full of valleys of longing, mountains of joy, and rivers of reflection. I’ve always felt things deeply—whether it was the profound sorrow of a book’s ending, the overwhelming beauty of nature, or the quiet wonder of a moment shared with another. This deep emotional current is not something I can shut off or turn down, it’s who I am, woven into the very fabric of my being. It’s the lens through which I see the world, and it’s what makes me attuned to the small moments that others might pass by.