I often think about life...What I managed to do, what I do, what I want to do...what I've irretrievably lost.
Making sense of life is a very difficult process, especially when you are 40 years old. No, I don't regret anything. What was in the past is in the past. We need to live now, we need to live in the present, build the future. Sometimes you really want to rush forward, jump into the fire - and live the day like a moth! But...I understand that tomorrow will come. And I will have to get up to work again, raise the child. Help and support her. Children...we say "Children are the flowers of life". I agree with this statement. If it wasn't for my baby, I'd be so lonely. It is the blood of the blood. Flesh of the flesh. This is a small part of my thoughts, when the evening comes, the weather is bad outside the window...I pull the blanket around me...I take a glass of wine...and think...about life...about love...about everything that exists.