I like to observe my thoughts, even when they are disordered. Sometimes they are like patterns on water: subtle, elusive, and then suddenly form something beautiful. 💭 I understand that being here and now is an art that needs to be practiced every day.

Today I allowed myself to sit on the windowsill with a book and just look at the city. Without phones, without plans, without haste. And there was some incredible freedom in this. Freedom to be yourself, with little oddities, with mood swings and with quiet joy from simple things.

Sometimes I think that happiness doesn't have to be loud. Sometimes it's quiet, barely noticeable, like the light of a lamp in a room when everyone is already asleep. 🕯 And this happiness is to be here, to be alive, to notice, to feel, to breathe.

Masha