Somewhere along the way… I stopped being the coder I once was.
There was a time when I opened a blank .html file and felt alive. No frameworks. No boilerplates. No libraries doing the magic for me. Just my mind, my hands, and the craft.
Back then, I built the web — one line, one mistake, one discovery at a time. I felt the code. I understood every character. I was an artist, not a consumer.
But today… the world calls that “outdated.” They say it’s “not efficient,” “not scalable,” or “won’t take you far.” And maybe they’re right — in a technical sense.
But my heart? It quietly broke.
Because I learned to code with vanilla HTML, CSS, and JS — and somewhere along the path of “growth,” I abandoned the version of me who loved creating from scratch.
Did I evolve? Yes. But a part of me feels like I betrayed the kid who fell in love with coding not for career, not for trends — but for the joy of building.
This is not nostalgia. This is grief.
Grief for a version of me I didn’t properly say goodbye to.
I’m not here to impress anyone. This isn’t a “viral tech blog.” This is just me — admitting what my heart has been holding:
I miss the purity of coding. The rawness. The curiosity. The art of it.
And maybe… just maybe… it’s time to reconnect with that version of me again. Not to go backwards, but to bring my soul back into the craft.