Social media is beautiful. Inspiring. Addictive. And also - incredibly dangerous.

Would You Date the Person You Were a Year Ago?” There’s a strange but powerful question I ask myself every few months: Would I date the person I used to be?

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When I walk along a forest path, I always imagine someone next to me, with whom it is not scary to get lost. Because sometimes the most interesting routes are not those indicated on the map, but those that we invent together.

Mountains teach patience — because every peak takes time. They teach trust.

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Smells that penetrate memories and stay with us even when everything else is erased.

Fantasies and thoughts that come at night where there are no rules, only desires and honest feelings.

Lemon tart and reflections on life, which requires a balance between spontaneity and control.

I never travel just for photos. I absorb cities like a fragrance on my skin.

I don't like all-inclusive. I've never been interested in just lying by the pool and drinking a colorful cocktail with a straw.

I never dreamed of all-inclusive. For me, real vacation is different. It’s morning coffee on a balcony somewhere in the old town. Walking along narrow streets where you can smell buns and take your time.

I grew up not among screens, but among the streets. In my childhood, there were no gadgets, but there was a real summer - alive, sincere, with the smell of dust, bread and mint.

Inconveniences are like litmus paper: they test your flexibility, humor, and patience.

Sometimes you return from a journey not inspired, but exhausted. And this is not a sign that the journey was bad. It is a sign that it was profound.

When traveling, it's easier to understand what you really want.

About how a new environment helps to reset not only the mind, but also values. Why sometimes you have to travel far to see the main thing.

Trip out of town, spontaneity, loneliness in the beautiful and the feeling that happiness sometimes hides in unexpected little things