The one who cares about me is not the one who just says words.❤

We imagine a utopian world where there are no conflicts or suffering, and where each person has their place, and justice prevails. But should we truly strive for a perfect society, or is that where the real problem lies? After all, a perfect world is a utopia, and as we know, utopia is impossible.

It seems that if we learn to let go of old wounds, free ourselves from resentments and regrets, we can make room for real moments of happiness. The past cannot become part of our future unless we let go of it.

The phrase "People don’t change" is so common. But is it true? We all change, and not because someone convinced us to. We change because we want our lives to be better, to be happier, more successful, or simply more harmonious. Sometimes, though, changes don’t happen as we expected, not as quickly or as radically as we would like.

In fact, every person has the right to make mistakes. It is normal to make mistakes, and no one is immune to it. We should learn to allow others to be imperfect. Instead of looking for excuses for their views and behavior, maybe we should learn to listen.

I want to share with you something that has greatly affected my self-esteem and inner state. For a very long time, I compared myself to other women. On the Internet, everyone has perfect breakfasts, smiling children, slim figures, successful husbands. And my porridge has boiled over, or I'm in sweatpants for the fifth day in a row.

When I was sad, I went to the store. When I wanted to please myself again, I went there. A new dress, shoes, blouse. Things piled up, and the joy from them lasted a couple of days. I caught myself thinking that I had a lot of clothes with tags, but still nothing to wear. And also an empty wallet and a feeling of guilt.

When I was a teenager, it seemed that being feminine meant being beautiful, well-groomed, wearing heels and tight dresses. Mom used to say: You're a girl, you should be neat and gentle." Magazines taught, makeup, hair, shoes and you're a lady.

Today I want to talk about what I am still learning to say "no" to. All my life I tried to be convenient: a friend invites me to visit, I go, even if I'm tired. A colleague asks for help, of course, although I myself am swamped.

Sound is not just a set of waves. It is a mood. An emotion. An atmosphere. And that is why quality headphones are much more than just an accessory.

Spring is already in the air. The morning sun shines differently, and the soul is waiting for something bright. And not without reason - Easter is approaching. One of the warmest and deepest holidays, which brings with it hope, rebirth and faith in the best.

Hi! I'm Albina, and in this blog I want to talk about how Easter, the holiday of renewal, hope and light, can be the perfect moment for new acquaintances.

Easter is not just a date on the calendar. It is a state of mind. It is a morning filled with the aroma of Easter cakes, colorful paints for eggs and a special light in the eyes of loved ones. Every year we celebrate Easter differently, but something remains unchanged: a feeling of spring, renewal and deep gratitude. This is the time when you want to slow down, look around, hug those around you and say: "Thank you for being there."

I am 43, and over the years I have learned for sure: Easter is not just about Easter eggs and Easter cakes. It is a time when you want to be closer to your family, share good things, and remember what is truly important in life.

One of the brightest, kindest and most heartfelt holidays is coming very soon - Easter. This is a day filled with special meaning, warmth, family traditions and a real spring miracle. Today I want to tell you what Easter symbolizes, how it is celebrated, and why this holiday is so important for millions of people around the world.

I once thought that my destiny was here, in Ukraine. That love would come by itself, in my city, among familiar faces. But the years went by, and the men around me either became tired, or withdrawn, or simply did not want the love that I believe in.

Easter is one of my favorite holidays.

It's not about perfect muscles or expensive perfume. It's about those little things that somehow turn on something inside - completely unobvious, but very feminine. Here are my personal weaknesses:

When I look at the pictures taken by me or for me, I catch myself thinking: a photo often says more than any letter, voicemail, or even a tete-a-tete conversation.