Most of all in life I do not like to rush. It literally throws me off balance when I need to have time to do something in a short time, when I am severely limited by time frames. My element is a calm flow, when everything is meaningful, balanced. No, I'm not afraid to be late anywhere, because I believe that the truly significant always comes on time, and the truly necessary stays with you. I am more afraid to do something superfluous and even harmful in a hurry than not to do something. I see how people are rapidly rushing somewhere, driven by the thought of the brevity of life. But after all, it can be shorter than you think, and you won’t have time to enjoy the moment. That's what's scary. I like to hug centuries-old tree trunks, receiving their energy in return, to admire the stars, whose light my distant and bygone ancestors admired, to look at the sea and listen to the even roar of the night surf. And who knows, maybe their life is longer just because they are not in a hurry? Probably, deep down I really want to live a long time, and therefore I stretch every minute of the current day. After all, a happy moment is sometimes equal to a whole eternity. carpe diem!