When I first picked up this colorful cube, it seemed like chaos. Every turn was a mistake, every wrong step was a small disappointment. 🔄 But then I realized: mistakes are part of the process. Without them, it is impossible to assemble a picture. And this is strangely similar to life.

Every evening, when I solve the cube, I think about how people often look for simple solutions to complex problems. 💭 And I sit and realize: sometimes all you need is patience and attention to detail. And this is a skill that almost no one notices except me. ✨

Sometimes it seems to me that the cube is a metaphor for relationships, work, friendship. At first everything seems like chaos, then patterns appear, and gradually the colors line up. But if you lose focus, everything returns to randomness. And no one but you can fix this mess.

It's interesting that the ability to solve the cube makes me strangely confident. 💪 Even if there is chaos around, even if the world is unpredictable, I know: slowly, step by step, I can put everything in order. And this feeling of control over a small part of the universe is surprisingly calming. 🌌

Sometimes I smile and think: maybe the ability to solve the Rubik's cube is not about puzzles, but about the ability to be patient and observe, about the ability to correct mistakes without panic. 🔹 And there is a magic in this: a small victory that no one will notice except you.

And you know what's funny? People ask me why I do it. And I just answer: "Because I can." 🌈 And that's enough.

Iria