It's almost an electric shock.

We are so used to changing everything around us that sometimes we forget to stop and ask ourselves, do I really want this?

I'm not so afraid of loneliness, but of the fact that one day I'll open up to someone completely, and then I'll realize - in vain

In this universe, thoughts about what is right and what is wrong are constantly spinning. Especially when it comes to how to behave with other people, when the heart is not yet taken.

I was walking down the street after a workout, with my headphones on, my hair done up anyhow, and I just wanted to smile at people passing by :)

Not surprises with fireworks, not expensive gifts, but a simple "how are you?" before bed. These small signs of attention, when you understand that you are in someone's thoughts, right now.

Real changes begin with silence. With an honest conversation with yourself. With asking: how am I?, what do I really want?, am I good where I am now?

Sometimes it seems like there is chaos inside, and the heart is trying to fit in more than it is supposed to.

And I'm not talking about age or how many dates there have been, but specifically about this baggage - about feelings, mistakes, discoveries and even stupidities that made me change. 📚✨

You sit there and think — maybe it’s not about people, not about feelings, but about the fact that we’ve simply gotten used to constancy and novelty stops exciting us?

Here I am, sitting alone, thinking about this and I can’t understand why it’s like this

Sometimes it seems that men compete not even among themselves in who is kinder, who is more honest, who can listen better, but in who shows their feelings less, who complains less, who is more silent when he feels bad.

There are cities where you are a tourist. And there are cities like Krakow, where you feel like you are coming home to yourself.

You can be handsome. Stylish. Confident. But if you know how to listen, I'm almost yours.

No events. Just a look, coffee, scattered thoughts and a mood in which any morning can become a light postcard. And you don't need a reason.

This is not a poetic text about waves. This is about the present — about how the body begins to listen differently when water is nearby. And how salty air removes not makeup, but unnecessary thoughts.

This isn’t advice or motivation. It’s just what works for me. Evening magic, collected in details, smells, gestures — that make the morning warm even before I open my eyes.

These are not life hacks about a suitcase. This is about how to escape from the routine even in a familiar city. About unpredictability, flirting with reality and the ability to find "adventure" in every step.

Without motivational pathos and false expectations — what I do when I have neither the strength nor the time, but I want to feel my body.

An inspiring morning comparison: how differently the day starts with coffee in three corners of the world, and what feelings these moments leave.