Posts in Thoughts

I finally understood the Russian meaning behind the rich English word Integrity. In a single word, it’s often translated as "honesty." Or "decency." Or "wholeness."

Sex and Lucia. One of the films that resonates most deeply with me. I’ve always loved Spanish films. Every time I watch one, it feels like it’s my kind of film. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Spanish film I didn’t like. Although I don’t remember every title, I remember almost all the ones I’ve seen, along with their plots.

Admitting honestly to oneself that I do not "love" people in the way I always thought I did might initially make me seem like a misanthrope. But when this idea is allowed to flow naturally, it becomes clear that I am somewhere in the middle.

Can a child carry the genetic information of his mother's previous partners? I've wanted to write about this for a long time, and then an opportunity came up.

Self-love is equivalent to the absence of self-hatred, it's a state of human consciousness that can be described as "simple" - devoid of self-flagellation, self-rejection on any level, constant self-reflection, self-criticism, self-punishment, and lack of self-respect.

Lately, a topic to which my consciousness periodically returns. I realized that shame, at some point in my life, firmly and quite conveniently settled around my neck, taking control of practically every aspect of my life.

Have you ever told yourself, "Let me think about it" or "I need to think about it"? And how often did you actually "think about it" afterward? For me, never.

First of all, it's important to reset. I mean, completely. To the point where you realize that often, the boss's criticism is manipulation. I believe that subordinates (and really, no one) should be scolded, especially not every day – it only makes them work worse.

For two days, I carried around the idea of writing a full post-article about "There should be some mystery in a woman," but decided not to go through with a full labor — I’ll just say it briefly.

Happiness is… …how we see the world, not what the world puts under the Christmas tree for us. We are so dependent on external conditions. One moment something isn’t right, the next we feel we’re missing something.