A man with a goal is not about a million dollars or a business empire. It's about an inner vector. About a fire that doesn't burn out. He may make mistakes, fall, despair - but he always has a point on the horizon. He is there. He glows. And this light does not blind, but kind of softly calls: "Come with me if you can."

And you catch yourself not being able to look away. Not because of his appearance. Not because of charisma. It's something else. Deeper. At the level of smell, movement, vibration. As if his whole world inside him is already built. Not perfect. Not licked. But he is real. And he is moving.

And you... and I am standing. It's like I am on the platform, and he is on a train that never waits. And I want to jump into this carriage, not knowing the route, without luggage, even without a ticket. Just to be next to such a fire. Just to feel: what if I can catch fire too?

I look at myself from the outside. Walking in circles. I remember how I once knew what I wanted. How I was not afraid of loneliness or silence. How I knew how to choose. And now they often choose me. Or they don't choose. Or they just pass by. Because I don't shine. Because I am standing. Because I watch others ride.

But he... A man with a purpose does not save. He does not entertain. He doesn't throw out phrases like "don't be sad." He just lives as if he knows the value of every second. And that's how he heals. Not with words, but with himself.

Sometimes it seems to me that I want such a man not because I'm in love. But because he reminds me: there was light inside me too. There was also "I want," "I will," "I can." I just hid it. Under doubt. Under pain. Under attempts to be "right."

Or maybe I'm just tired of being my own support. Maybe I want to breathe at least once next to someone who walks confidently - not along me, not behind me, but simply forward. And if next to me - it's not because I'm needed, beautiful or convenient. But because my light is also real.

And I ask myself again: where is my goal? I also want to go. Not after him. But with myself. So that one day someone will look at me - and feel the same.

So that I myself become light. Maybe not a magnet. But at least a spark. ✨

Mwah)