Sometimes it seems that this world is so tired. He's noisy, tired, and broken down somewhere.… And it's still beautiful. People continue to love. Laugh. Dream. Even when there is an alarm around, even when somewhere outside the windows there is not a holiday, but a black news feed.
I'm not a politician, I'm not a hero, I'm just a girl. A blonde with a heart that still believes.
He believes that one day there will come a morning when there will be no sirens. When you don't have to check the news with fear. When mothers will wake up not from anxiety, but from the smell of fresh apples in the kitchen.
When men will hug their loved ones, and not go to the front.
Maybe it's just a girl's fantasy. Or maybe it's that little "something" that starts the bright change. Words can also be a weapon. Not destruction, but hope.
I want to believe that everything that happens is not in vain. That every tear hardens, every prayer is answered. That everyone who loves is already making this world a better place. And that very soon we will all take a deep breath and say, "This is it. It has come. A real peaceful morning."
In the meantime, I'm just drinking tea with apple and cinnamon. And I'm writing this. Because no matter how difficult it is, we have to keep talking about love. About the light. That everything will definitely get better. Let it be slow, even if not immediately, but definitely.
There will be more than just peace. Life will come. Real. With silence, hugs and sweet apples on the table.

In the meantime... may there be as many fragrant apples, sincere feelings and long-awaited silence in your life as possible.