thoughts on how I found my way to cope with fatigue when nothing else helps

a selection of personal funny situations that I was angry about at first, but then finally started laughing

a short reflection on how life changes when you move to another country, and what things you notice only after a while

a short personal story about how a spontaneous desire to bake something at night became a real source of inspiration and peace

a short personal story about how a randomly found vinyl record became a reason to stop, slow down and see something more in the present

a reflection on the calm that comes late in the evening, when the interior comes alive in its own way and familiar things reveal a coziness that you don’t notice during the day

an observation of how one spontaneous walk without a phone or a map can bring back clarity of thought and a sense of inner freedom

💜💜MY MOTHER'S HEART HURTS💜💜BUT AT THE SAME TIME I'M HAPPY THAT MY YOUNGEST CHILD IS NOW ALREADY AN ADULT💜

🌞🌞I AM SO HAPPY🌞🌞 THAT I WILL SOON BE ABLE TO LEAVE CYPRUS AND START A NEW LIFE

I AM GOING THROUGH SUCH A DIFFICULT STAGE IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. AND MY HEAD IS JUST CRACKING WITH EXCITEMENT

Now I'm learning to listen to myself🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is my bike speed, when I rush along the morning streets and feel how every cell of my body comes to life.

And I'm still trying to figure out what it means to "enjoy summer" when there's no one around to share these moments with. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that loneliness makes the sun even brighter. But then I realize that it's more of an illusion 🌻.

It doesn't come to those who seek it, and it doesn't leave those who cherish it. I've been thinking about fidelity lately... and I realized that this word has always sounded almost like a boring, outdated code to me. 📜 But the more I observe the world, the more clearly I understand: true fidelity is a rare luxury, and perhaps the main source of happiness.

Why do some people get love effortlessly, while others have to search for it, losing themselves in this search? Why is someone else's happiness always heavier on the scale than their own joy? It seems to me that justice is something illusory, a mirage that we are looking for, but it never comes where we expect it. 🌫

I watch the people around me and I understand that almost everyone lives in a constant race for someone: for attention, for the feeling of being “needed”. And at the same time, real emotions, real relationships often remain behind the scenes.

Love is not only big words, but also small details that make us happy

Sometimes it seems that people are ships, and I am a lighthouse that does not know who to shine for, but still shines so as not to drown in the darkness.

Other people's laughter reaches me through the walls. It's strange - I don't envy. Sometimes I smile at myself, sometimes I don't.

Why doesn't it hurt? I don't know. Maybe because I like to be an observer, or because I'm learning to be myself.