You understand that here in Kyiv we saw everything with our own eyes.
And not just saw, but felt every day, every minute fear, anxiety, hope and disappointment.

We have learned to live in a world where you don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But despite this, a small flame of faith does not go out inside me that everything will be fine.

Maybe it’s too naive to think so now.
But how else can you not hope?
How can I not dream that soon there will be silence, that I will be able to just go to bed and not think about having to hide in the basement from shelling again at night...

You see, sometimes it seems to me that this war is not only around us, but also inside each of us there is a struggle between fear and hope, between despair and faith.

And this internal struggle is the hardest.

Do you believe that the light at the end of the tunnel is not a lie?

That we will be able to close this terrible page one day and start writing a new, bright life?

And to be honest, sometimes I am afraid of what will happen next.

How can we live on if there is so much pain and loss around?

But then I remember that the strongest thing is people. And the people here, like me, believe and wait.

I hope that you also believe that peace and love await us ahead, not war and destruction.

Are you with me?