I woke up today and the first thing I felt was this strange warmth inside. Not even joy, no. Just a quiet “it’s not that bad.” As if someone had quietly stroked my head while I was sleeping 😌 And the world is no longer so annoying, but even a little sweet. Even the gray walls of the neighboring house seemed somehow familiar.

I don’t know why. No event, no reason. It’s just this mood — touching. And I immediately wanted to be soft. Without this armored version of myself that I usually put on in public. And just to be... warm. Maybe even a little stupid. Like a cat that lies on its back and isn't afraid of someone poking it in the belly.

Sometimes I think we're all so tired of being strong. And I'm especially tired of being the one who copes, keeps a straight face, doesn't dramatize. And inside there's so much tenderness that it's about to start leaking through the cracks. And let

At times like these, I want someone to just sit next to me. Not say anything, not save me. Just breathe. So that I know: I'm not alone. Even if I'm still alone. Paradoxical, right? But you know what I mean.

I often think that this world isn't so bad. It just... sometimes forgets how to be kind. And we don't remind it. We forget, too. But kindness isn't actions. It's a look. It's when you see a tired cashier in line at the store and don't roll your eyes. This is when you yourself are tired, but you still pick up your grandmother's fallen scarf. This is when you are not afraid to be REAL, even if it is not profitable.

I just want to go up to someone on the street, hug them and say: "You are doing well. I see. I am here." But of course, I don't go up to them. I just move on. I listen to music. I make up stories for strangers. Sometimes I cry in the bus when no one is watching. Because it all builds up. Tenderness that is not shown becomes sadness.

I miss touch. Physical, but not in the romantic sense. But human. This is how to hug a friend without words. How to put your head on their shoulder and just be. Not explain. Not make excuses. Just be. Body to body. Heart to heart. As if we are still children. Or as if we have finally stopped being afraid to be ourselves.

Today I was drinking coffee by the window. And suddenly I caught myself smiling. To myself. Just like that ☕️🌤 And I felt good. Not because I'm happy. But because I'm ALIVE.

Does this ever happen to you? That you don't want love, or attention, or bright emotions... But just to quietly cuddle up to the Universe, like to a loved one, and stay like that for at least five minutes? 🙃

If so, you're not alone. I feel the same way. And this is probably the most important thing that can be said today.

❤️Mari