I love sports, and not just for the sake of my figure or fashion trends, but because this is the moment when I completely belong to myself. When I run or do yoga, my thoughts are carried away, and I understand that real strength is inside me, and not in someone's approval or attention. This is my little island of freedom, where I am my own strictest and kindest trainer at the same time.

When you begin to respect and love yourself, you stop looking for in others what can be found inside. This does not mean closing yourself off or giving up intimacy, it's just that now the choice is not out of fear of being alone, but because I want to share my life with someone who inspires, and not fills the void. A man by your side is not a savior or a meaning, but a pleasant addition, a person with whom you want to be real, and not play roles.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that it was in solitude that I learned to appreciate the moment and enjoy the little things: the morning light, a drop of sweat on my forehead after a workout, the sound of silence when there is no one around. It is an amazing feeling to be at peace with yourself. And when you choose someone, it is not because “you have to”, but because you want to share this harmony.

And what do you think, is it really possible to be happy alone with yourself without losing the desire to be with someone? Or is it always a struggle between freedom and intimacy? 😊

Mari