I Deserve

A New Chapter of the Soul

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.

Learn to recognize the difference between those who wrap you in beautiful promises and those who hold you tightly when your world feels like it’s collapsing. Some people love with grand words, weaving dreams that sound perfect but vanish when life gets hard. And then there are those who love with presence — the ones who stay when everything else falls apart, who offer silence instead of speeches, arms instead of explanations, and comfort instead of conditions. Because true love doesn’t just promise—it proves, especially when it’s hardest to.

A soulmate is not someone who arrives to fill the empty spaces in your life or complete the unfinished parts of your story. No, a true soulmate is far more profound—they are the mirror that reflects your strength back to you, the flame that quietly ignites your journey toward becoming whole on your own terms.

One of the greatest forms of strength and confidence in today’s world is learning how to be lowkey.There’s something incredibly powerful about living in silence—when no one truly knows what’s happening in your life, where you are, who you’re spending your time with, or what you’re planning next. Unless you decide to share it, the details remain yours. That’s not secrecy out of fear—it’s intentional silence rooted in self-respect.