I've always been interested in observing people's little habits. Not expensive things and pretty photos, but what happens on an ordinary day.

I can't speak for all women. But speaking for me, there are a few things that somehow become more valuable with age.

There's a strange rule of dating: first you should talk about the weather, work, your favorite cuisine, travel... and only then, if you're really lucky, get to something real.

Everyone has a completely useless talent.

SOMETIMES A MAN COMES INTO YOUR LIFE AT EXACTLY THE WRONG TIME OR IS IT?

I'm a woman of many passions!

I love sport not only for the results. I love that strange feeling when your body is tired, your legs are protesting, but somehow you feel lighter inside. For me, sport is a way to turn off your head and, at least for a little while, leave all your problems behind, outside the gym or stadium.

There are things you can't tell from a profile photo. For example, the smell of the earth after the first rain, or the look of a field early in the morning, when the sun is just beginning to rise above the horizon. I'm a farmer. And perhaps that's why I have a slightly different idea of ​​the good life.💋💕

When was the last time you caught yourself thinking that the best moments happen when you least expect them? Do you believe that mature love can be much more sincere and profound than in youth?

Have you ever felt how rare simple human warmth has become these days? Have you noticed how pleasant it is to return to a place where you're truly welcomed and understood without words?

Yesterday at a coffee shop, I overheard two men talking. They were comparing car brands, horsepower, and price tags. I was sipping my latte and suddenly realized, we're so afraid of losing things, but we've long since lost ourselves. This blog isn't about them. It's about us.

I was standing in line and unwittingly witnessed a scene that knocked me off my feet. Three young men were openly jeering at an elderly blind man who was struggling to find his way with a stick. They were making faces and pointing at him. And I looked on, not recognizing this world. Where did we lose the ability to see in an old man our future selves?

Today I left the clinic at 9:00 PM, took a breath, and realized it didn't smell like leaves, but like fading warmth. Summer is running away, like a patient you didn't have time to help. And I thought: we're running away too. From ourselves, from meetings, from phone calls. But why?

Open your heart to happiness

I have been learning German for a while now and I have noticed something funny

People aren't as bothered about you as you think😅

August isn't just the last month of summer. It's the time when the evenings become especially warm, the air smells of fruit, and you want to admire the sunsets together🥰

Sometimes you look at history and get a strange feeling. Ancient Egypt existed for millennia, Rome and Greece left behind incredible achievements, and the Middle Ages are often thought of today as a dark period. And then suddenly - roughly starting around the Renaissance - history seems to accelerate.

Today, electric cars are increasingly being touted as the transport of the future. Companies are investing billions in batteries, charging stations, and new models. But a logical question arises: if electric cars have been around for over a century, why didn't humanity switch to them half a century ago?

When I see a man with a full arm, I always wonder: is it truly beautiful, or is he just overindulging in tattoos? 😏