Posts in July 28, 2026
Once upon a time, there was a Life. One day, someone asked her, "How are you living?" So then, after thinking it over, furrowing her brow and alternating between smirking with her right and left cheek, carefully and thoroughly pondering the question, she finally lifted her smoky eyes, framed by short black lashes, to look at the one who had asked the question before answering...
Whenever you do something good, of course, your heart rejoices that someone is feeling better, that someone received help. Then, of course, it rejoices because the help came from you.
Every time in moments of despair, when pain and death fade from my thoughts and feelings, during the brief moments of quiet, I find the strength only to shout to the Universe, "Help me!" and ask it the short question, "Please, show me why I have been given THIS trial, what should I endure from it, what should I understand?"
A new wind blows. Constantly. It softly whispers, sometimes crying out in despair.
I want to step onto the dangerous path of the unknown, but one of freedom. I will have to lose much. I want to go forward. But I don’t want to lose. Yet, one can never acquire something without losing something.
We spend our whole lives trying to arrive at certain understandings and realizations, through our minds. Before we truly feel these things with our entire being, we need to go through something... to hit our heads with something heavy... Suddenly, today I realized that we all play this Matrix game way too seriously. We’ve gotten so absorbed in life, that we’ve started to live it as a game... I take myself too seriously, I’ve become attached to this mask. Why?
Have you ever noticed those energy vampires around you? They can be beautiful, intelligent, interesting, and charming. In fact, they usually are. Because if they weren't, we wouldn't get caught in their enchanting webs. How we get caught isn't the point: it's easier to capture an unprepared person than to keep them.
Being a passionу one, I indeed don't just wish for seductive occurrences in my life, I passionately desire them, permeating these desires with energy and love, joy and hope.
What does it mean to be a victim for me?
It doesn’t mean "getting a thrill from suffering, easily accepting it as reality." It simply means "allowing myself to remain under the power of 'fate' and 'circumstances,' which are exactly what (or who) leads me down the road of life instead of me taking control."
I stuck my nose out of the window. I sniffed. It smelled like summer.
I thought, how do the old women live, the ones who walk under my windows, tapping their canes with each step?
Perhaps those who don’t experience unhappy love “by calculation” are somehow wrong—like everyone who “calculates” love. To be honest, over the years, I have become one of them. I also don’t fall in love with someone if I have time to assess whether they will fall in love with me or not. But sometimes, I don’t have that time.