When I enter a room, I immediately feel whether the atmosphere is sincere, whether someone is pulling on a mask. It's not some supernatural ability, more like an instinct developed over years. My body reacts faster than my brain. My shoulders tense slightly, my hand searches for my pocket, my breathing becomes shallow. It's a sign: there's a lie here, someone playing a role that's not theirs.I can forgive someone's chaos. Everyone gets lost sometimes. Mistakes? I make them every day to learn something. Anger? Anger is human, sometimes necessary like a storm on a hot day. But pretending… I can't stand it. When someone puts on someone else's coat, speaks in a different voice, laughs with a laugh that's not their own – my body raises alarms before I even recognize the words.I value authenticity more than the elegance of words and the perfection of gestures. I prefer the truth, even if it hurts. At least then I know where I stand. Perfection, which carries a lie, is like glass under my feet—it glitters, but every step can hurt.

Let no one confuse silence with indifference. I repeated this phrase to myself like a mantra, sitting among people who couldn't understand my reticence. To them, silence was an emptiness, a lack of emotion, perhaps even a sign of coldness. For me, it was something entirely different. Silence was my refuge, an enclave of peace in a world where too many words crashed against the walls of my thoughts like a merciless hailstorm.

Quietly, at night, when the world momentarily pauses, images appear – incoherent, sometimes recurring, woven from everyday life and our own experiences. Dreams flow with a silent river of emotions, sometimes fears, sometimes longings, which during the day are carefully hidden beneath a veneer of reason. The same motifs often recur – a labyrinth with no exit, endless stairs, falling leaves, or voices whose content cannot be fully heard. In these repetitive dreams, symbolism intertwines with everyday life, becoming a shadow that follows every step.

There are moments when, despite our sincere intentions, immense courage, and open hearts, everything around us seems to work against us. Each step feels like a battle against an invisible enemy, against a fate that refuses to yield to our efforts. Even a positive attitude, energy, and willingness to take risks are not enough to break down the invisible wall that looms before us.

A Year of TransformationThis year was a time of real challenges for me. I felt like I was sailing through a stormy sea, battling successive storms that tested my endurance and determination. Life offered no shortage of lessons, and each day could bring a new test—some subtle, sometimes brutal.Several people from my past unexpectedly reappeared in my life. Their return was a reminder that some matters still needed closure, and lessons still needed to be worked through. There were situations in which I had to face my own weaknesses and fears to truly understand what it meant to let go of what I no longer had to carry.Over time, I learned to trust life—to surrender to what it brings, rather than control every detail. I allowed myself to go with the flow, with the spirit of flow, which isn't always easy in our current reality. This was a valuable lesson in flexibility, humility, and openness to the surprises of fate. However, I'm still learning to set boundaries – that incredibly difficult art of saying "no" without guilt and building my self-worth not on the opinions of others, but on who I truly am. It's a process that requires daily mindfulness and the courage to be myself in a world that often expects something different.I know I haven't fully realized my potential yet. I feel like there's still that symbolic "11 percent" waiting for me in my life, those extra minutes I could devote to fighting for my dreams. My play, though translated into English, is still waiting for its premiere. I lacked not only determination but also people who would support me and believe in me as strongly as I want to believe in myself.I constantly feel uncomfortable speaking English. Writing and speaking are two different worlds for me – in one I feel comfortable, in the other I still feel like an unwelcome guest. It's a challenge I struggle with every day, trying to find my voice in a foreign language.I haven't yet found the strength to change my job, which is increasingly draining me. Every day is a battle against my own body and fatigue, and the dream of a different daily life remains, for now, only a distant goal.

Thoughts on Gratitude, Forgiveness, and GrowthThe Path to Your Best SelfToday I pause for a moment to carefully consider everything I have and experience. I allow myself to feel complete gratitude for every single thing, even the smallest, that appears in my daily life. For the warmth of the morning light, for the sound of conversations, for the small gestures that often escape notice. I remind myself that life is made up of millions of moments, each of which—even the quietest—is meaningful.Gratitude also extends to the people who cross my path. Sometimes they are a source of joy, sometimes—lessons that hurt and leave a mark. Even then, I want to give thanks, because every encounter, every relationship carries the potential for transformation. Misunderstanding, pain, disappointment—and for that, I can be grateful, because through them, I learn something new about myself.Today, I say to myself and to the world: Thank you. I'm sorry. I forgive. I love.Thank you for every opportunity, for every smile, for every stumble that allows me to grow. I apologize for the words I shouldn't have said; for the thoughts that sometimes distance me from peace. I forgive those who have hurt me – and myself for my own mistakes. I love what is and what is yet to come.I desire to grow. I feel it's worth it. I want to find my best self, not to meet other people's expectations, but to be at peace with myself. Growth is a process – sometimes difficult, sometimes full of doubt, but always worth the effort. I'm learning that it's not about being perfect, but about being real.Today, in this quiet moment, I choose gratitude. I choose a path toward myself – and toward those around me. These are small words, but they have enormous power to transform.

In the spotlight, the world seems more colorful, and each day brings a new story to tell. However, what for others is a dream, for me became a cage full of loud rumors, constant expectations, and the pressure to constantly play a designated role. When the lights dim and the headlines fade, silence remains—sometimes painful, sometimes longed for, like salvation.The desire to escape emerged slowly, like a quiet wave rising on the horizon. The decision to leave the familiar world wasn't easy. I was held by memories, people, and places that had co-created my past. However, a deep sense of loss and a longing for authenticity pushed me into the unknown.In a new country, I became one of many—nameless, anonymous, free from the labels that had clung to me over the years. I blended in, allowing myself the luxury of observing, listening, and breathing without the burden of expectations. Landscapes I didn't know and people whose stories were unknown to me became my mirror. It was in them that I began to find fragments of myself that had been lost in the rush and noise of years gone by.However, loneliness, though initially soothing, slowly transformed into a space full of questions and anxiety. Spur-of-the-moment choices, fueled by a desire for closeness, sometimes led me astray. Instead of solace, I encountered pain—not the noisy, spectacular kind, but a quiet, drawn-out pain, embedded deep in my heart. Dilemmas arose within the dark walls, and answers seemed even more distant.Only in retrospect can I look at those events with gentleness. Today, I understand that every emotion, even the painful ones, carried a lesson. Every person I encountered, even those who passed away, left a mark on me—a lesson about trust, loss, and the power of forgiveness. All of this contributed to my path back to myself. Now, when I reflect on the past, I no longer see only failures or momentary setbacks. I see a path that, though winding and difficult, led me to a place where I can calmly look in the mirror and say, "That was a lesson. That was a journey. And this is me—true, imperfect, but free."

Phoenix from the Ashes – On the Power of Female Renewal

A man asks a woman:"What kind of man are you looking for?"She was silent for a moment before she looked into his eyes and asked:"Do you really want to know?"He replied yes.She began to speak:"I'm at a stage where I don't ask a man for what I can't do for myself.I pay my own bills, I take care of my home without a man's help.Can I ask you what you can contribute to my life?"The man looks at her and wonders:"Maybe he's thinking about money."Knowing what he was thinking, she said:"I'm not talking about money; I need something more."I need a man who maintains balance in all areas of life.I'm looking for a man who strives to overcome his weaknesses. Someone I can talk to and who makes me better.I don't need someone who is simple and immature.I want someone I admire." I need someone sensitive enough to understand me- what I'm going through as a woman,- but strong enough to give me joy and not let me fall.- Someone who can hug me so tight that all my fears disappear. A man who will share my silence and understand my story. Someone who will help me heal and trust again.I'm looking for someone I can trust:- respect me as their partner and best friend.God created men and women in equal proportions to support each other.I can't help a man who can't help himself.I'm looking for a man with good feelings, because he'll know those same feelings by looking into my eyes.

The concept of aging, as society understands it, is one of humanity's greatest myths. From a young age, we are programmed to believe that with time, we inevitably face a decline in fitness—that old age inherently means a decline in physical and mental health.

I went running this afternoon. Just like always the same route. To the park and back. It was incredible that my entire path was strewn with white, gray-white, and black feathers like never before. Unbelievable!!! I smiled to myself and felt incredible angelic protection. I also felt that I was following a good path full of peace and love. I am incredibly grateful for this wonderful, even extraordinary care and support. It was a sign full of wonder and incredible things... because you can encounter bird feathers along the way, but not for a distance of 6 kilometers. Wherever my feet went, a feather appeared. Even though sad news is coming from Poland, I feel peace and mindfulness deep in my heart... I know we will all meet again, and Earth is just one of the stops. Let's just be kind to each other.

Life is incredibly fleeting — a fragile, precious gift that slips through our fingers faster than we often realize. Each day begins with the sunrise, and before we even notice, evening has arrived. Monday transforms into Friday in the blink of an eye. Months glide past us like whispers on the wind, and suddenly, a whole year is almost gone. We glance back and see decades have quietly slipped away — 40, 50, 60, even 70 or 80 years — leaving behind memories, lessons, and those we love but have lost along the way. Time flies relentlessly forward, and no matter how much we wish, we cannot rewind or reclaim a single moment.