New world

  No matter where you are or what you’re facing, remember this:  you don’t have to have it all together to take the next step. Life isn’t about being perfect or fearless—it’s about showing up, even when you’re unsure. The smallest act of courage, the quietest moment of persistence, can shift everything.  Trust that you’re growing in ways you can’t always see, and even the messiest parts of your journey are shaping something beautiful. Keep going—you’re closer to something good than you think.

  «To love is to want the best for others,  even if they have different aspirations than ours. To love is to allow others to be happy,  even if their path is different from ours.  It is an altruistic feeling,  born of a total self-giving,  from our whole heart. Love is the absolute trust that,  no matter what, you will always be there.  Not because you owe me something,  not out of selfish possession,  but simply to be there, in silent company.»

  One day, you’ll realize that the same person cannot be found twice in life. Not everyone is replaceable. Be careful with the hearts you touch, and even more so with the ones you wound. In today’s fast-moving world, we’ve become accustomed to thinking that everyone and everything is temporary. We glorify the idea of “moving on,” believing there’s always something better waiting just around the corner. But some connections are once-in-a-lifetime. Their essence, their understanding, the way they made you feel seen and valued—these cannot be replicated, no matter how many new people you meet. Losing such a person isn’t just losing a relationship; it’s losing a piece of yourself that only they could bring to life. We often hurt the ones who matter most, sometimes unknowingly, sometimes out of our own fears or pride. It’s easy to forget the weight of our actions or the permanence of our words when caught in the heat of the moment. We assume they’ll always be there, that there will alwa...

 I am just an average. I’m not the most talented, the most successful, or the most remarkable person in any room. I exist in the quiet middle ground where expectations are neither sky-high nor rock-bottom. My achievements are modest, and my flaws, though not extraordinary, are plenty. Yet, there is a certain comfort in this place, a peacefulness in knowing that I don’t have to be exceptional to matter. I can find contentment in the simple routines of daily life, in small victories and setbacks that don’t define me but shape me. To be average is to be free from the pressure of perfection, a reminder that there is dignity in the everyday. In a world that glorifies extremes, there’s a quiet strength in embracing the middle. Being average doesn’t mean being invisible or uninvolved—it means I am part of the crowd, experiencing life without the need for recognition. I don’t have to live for accolades or chase the highest peaks to feel fulfilled. There’s joy in mediocrity, in knowing that...

  "And in the end, I don't think we have to do anything to be loved. We spend our lives trying to seem prettier, smarter. But I've realized two things. Those who love us see us with their hearts and attribute qualities to us beyond what we really have. And those who don't want to love us will never be satisfied with all our efforts. Yes, I really think it's important to leave our imperfections alone. They are precious in order to understand those who see us with their hearts." ✍🏻

  If I could sit and talk with you, Beneath the sky, where dreams are true, I'd pour my heart, as rivers flow, And tell you things you already know. I'd speak of nights so long and still, Of how your absence bends my will. I'd tell you love has never waned, Though time has passed, the ache's the same. I'd whisper softly, "You’re always near, In every breath, in every tear." You linger in my quiet mind, A love so deep, no end to find. I'd tell you how the days unfold, The stories left, the dreams retold. And though you're gone, you’re here somehow— A presence felt in every vow. If I could sit and talk with you, I’d thank you for the love we knew. And in the silence, I’d still confide— You are my heart, my soul, my guide.