When I was a teenager, I wanted purple hair. 💜 Not because it was fashionable. But simply because it seemed to me - it would be "truly me". Of course, I was not allowed. Of course, it did not change the world. But I still remember that feeling - how I wanted to be myself, even if it was ridiculous. And, it seems, it was with this desire that my true adulthood began.

Some desires are not about the result. But about courage. ✨ About the right to want. Even stupid things. Even things that no one needs except you.

I dreamed of going alone to an unfamiliar city. 🏙️ And not just "to relax", but to dissolve there. To be a stranger among strangers. Not to adjust. Just to go, as if I had no past. It wasn't an escape. It was a desire to get to know myself in a new version.

And you know, I went. 🚂 Two years after the first wish. Without a plan. Without a route. With one suitcase. I lived there for a month. Not in a hotel, but in a room that smelled of old books and coffee. ☕📖 And every evening I learned to be with myself. Talk to myself. Get to know the city and myself at the same time.

Many of my wishes were not logical. 🤪 Someone laughed, someone twirled a finger at their temple. But almost each of them taught me something.

One day I wanted to learn how to cook Japanese dishes. 🍣 Although no one in my circle was interested in this. But I bought books, watched videos, made mistakes, got burned - and in the end I realized that the cuisine is not important to me. The process is important to me. The creation. 🧑‍🍳 Slow, focused, personal.

Another desire was to start collecting postcards. 📬 Some might say it’s banal. But there was something incredibly touching about it. I received postcards from people I’d never met, and I felt like I was part of something bigger. A world intertwined with words, ink, and care.

My desires were often not about things. But about feelings. 🌟 To be in a dress that’s a little too big, and to spin to old music. To read poetry at night. 📖🌙 To walk under lamps where the light seems a little warmer. And each of these desires left an imprint on me.

Sometimes I wanted a person. 💞 Simply because he looked at the world differently. These were desires not about attraction. But about interest. About the desire to be closer. To find out why he’s silent when everyone’s talking. Why he’s smiling when no one’s joking.

I'm learning to listen to my desires. 👂 Not right away. Not always. But more and more often — I trust them. Because those that come back again and again are important. Even if they seem ridiculous.

Every desire of mine is a step. 👣 Not always where "it's necessary". But always — into yourself.

Sometimes we want something strange. Sometimes inconvenient. Sometimes wrong. ❤️‍🔥 But it is these desires that make us who we are. They are not always fulfilled. But they always teach us something.

And, perhaps, this is their power. 💫