There are moments when the universe stops. When you just look at a person and you understand: something happened. It's not necessarily love at first sight. It's something deeper, strange, almost physical - chemistry. ✨

People think that if you talk about God, go to church and wear a cross, then you're immediately a nun, have renounced all the pleasures of life, look sternly and are stingy with feelings. But I can't do that. And I don't want to, to be honest.

Magic women reach only smart men. Not those who are swaying, not those who are measured by wallets or cars. And to those who can see deeper.

I go to church every Sunday. I become silence in front of God and ask not just a man ... I ask for love. Real. Deep. Pure. One that sees the soul, And not just the appearance. I know that I have a beautiful body, a beautiful face. I see it - and others see it. But I also know well: it can attract a desire, but not always - sincerity. So I learned to be careful. To words. To intentions. To views.

Every year I understand more and more clearly: for me the most valuable in life is family. Not noisy achievements, not perfect photos, not persecuted for imposing the world. And simple, real things. Warm. House. Love.

I love books that make you think. Philosophical texts are not about complex words, it's about depth. The fact that it opens not from the first page, but somewhere in the middle, when suddenly becomes quiet inside you-and you begin to see the world differently. I read philosophical books because they help to better understand themselves, people, life. They do not give direct answers - and this is what inspires. I often close a book with a question in my heart, and it is the beginning of change.

We all dream of wealth: some dream of a six-figure account, some dream of a villa on the beach, and some just dream of not having a cat bite their finger in the morning.

Time is a real prankster. It seems to exist... but somehow it's always "not now". And then - bam! - the roses have withered, the strawberries are gone, and that pretty girl in the red dress is already waving goodbye to someone. Oops. Too late.

They say that to achieve real success, you need to be smart, goal-oriented and hardworking. Yes, yes. All this is important. But real heroes have always been a little bit... off. 😅 And if you really want to hit the big time, forget about the "comfort zone" and put on a tinfoil hat. Well, at least mentally.

They say men have muscles, cars, and a 17-mm screwdriver. And women have tears. And no, this is not a weakness. This is a strategy of mass charm. Yes, my dears, we cry - beautifully, competently, and... on schedule.

We live in a time of show: everyone demonstrates, shouts, lays out, compares. But true strength is in silence.

It's hard. Especially if your heart still remembers. Especially if there's silence inside, where someone used to say, "Good morning." But knowing how to live without someone who's disappeared isn't about indifference. It's about strength. About self-respect. About choosing to be and not wait.

Sometimes it seems that you stand apart. People are running, bustling about, arranging their lives, making plans - everything according to the rules, according to the schedule, "as it should be". And you? It's like you're between the lines. You live according to your heart, not according to the script.

A dream is not just a beautiful fantasy for the evening. It is the voice of your soul. It is you - without fear, without conventions, without compromises.

We often say: "He's crazy", "This is complete madness" - when we encounter actions that do not fit into the framework of our usual understanding. But what if in fact it is not the absence of logic, but simply a different logic?

In this huge world, the disappearance of one person, it would seem, cannot change anything. The planets continue to rotate, the news runs in the feeds, buses arrive and leave, cafes make coffee, and people laugh, fall in love and quarrel, as if nothing happened.

How many times have you heard (or said it yourself): "He's so good, but... I can't love him."

How many times have you caught yourself thinking that someone truly beautiful makes your heart beat faster?

I don't need crowded fun to feel alive. Sometimes a cup of tea and the warmth of my corner are enough to remind myself how real I am.

Sometimes I catch myself being different in one day - and that's my essence. I'm not bored with myself, and I'm not afraid to change.