So I run between ideas, projects, thoughts, as if I'm racing myself. 🏃‍♀️
Sometimes it feels like the whole world is a marathon of impressions, and I can't stop for a second.

But in this race, something important gets lost. That moment when you can simply be. When you can look at the rain and not think about how it will impress someone, but simply enjoy the drops on your skin. 🌧️
And that's scary. Because being ordinary means being real, and that takes courage.

Why is it easier for us to wear the mask of "interesting" instead of allowing ourselves to be bored, slow, and empty? 🤔
Maybe that's true freedom—not showing it to the world, but simply feeling it.

And I ask myself: will I ever be able to stop chasing the "unusual" and simply live without expectations? 🌿
For now, it's scary. But maybe it's precisely this fear that makes moments real.