It always seemed that this is not for me, that real emotions live somewhere in silence, in books, in long walks along empty streets.

But sometimes I catch myself thinking: maybe I missed something? 🤔 All these stories from friends about crazy nights, laughter that echoed through the streets, moments that cannot be repeated... Sometimes it seems to me that part of my life passed me by, because I chose peace instead of noise.

And yet I understand that this is not a loss, but a choice. 🌙 I chose my rhythm, my joys, my little happinesses. Yes, I might not have experienced parties until dawn, but I know the taste of silence, I can enjoy the simple and hear myself.

Sometimes I want to take a risk and look into that noisy world. And sometimes I realize that I am fine as is. ✨ The main thing is to be honest with yourself, value your decisions and remember that true freedom is doing what makes you happy, even if the world says otherwise.

Maria