I want to talk about something that has been living in me for a while now — this feeling of being lost. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a “my life is falling apart” way. But in a quiet, strange way. Like I’m floating between places, between versions of myself, trying to find where I truly belong. […]
Expectations are a form of waiting – waiting for something that may never happen. The more expectations we hold, the harder it is to enjoy the present moment. And when we lose the present, we lose life itself — because NOW is all we truly have. Let me give you a simple example: Imagine falling
Today, completely unexpectedly, I met a girl named Lukrecija. Everything felt so spontaneous — like something out of a movie. We both ended up going to places we usually wouldn’t, and today, for some reason, we each chose to walk a different path — and that’s exactly where we met. It truly felt cinematic, and I’ll say this:
