What do I dream about? Not just about tickets to Paris, my cozy loft, or a tattoo on my collarbone. Although, yes, about that too. Physically, I dream of traveling. To see the world, not through screens, but in reality. I want to have my own corner - not necessarily luxurious, the main thing is mine. I want to do what I love and not wake up with the feeling that everything is in vain. I dream of learning to drive, jumping with a parachute, one day taking part in something important - even if it's just volunteering. And, of course, to surround myself with people with whom it is easy to remain silent. Morally, I dream of being strong, but soft. Not to lose myself in this world. To learn to forgive myself for mistakes and not wait for permission to be myself. I dream of not being afraid of change, to choose not what is easier, but what is right. I want to be able to love - sincerely, deeply, without fear. And to be loved not for a mask, but for my true self.

I am not the kind of person who has one “favorite thing to do for life”. I like to try new things. Today, a camera in my hands, tomorrow, a brush and paints, and the day after tomorrow, I suddenly decide to learn Korean. Why not? I like to listen to music in my headphones as if it were a soundtrack to my film. I like to read books that make you think or, on the contrary, just distract you from reality. I write something in notes - sometimes these are thoughts, sometimes - almost poetry. Not for someone, but just for myself. Sometimes I go headlong into video editing or photo processing, because I like to turn moments into stories. And I also love long conversations at night and spontaneous walks without a goal. Maybe this is also a hobby? I am a person of mood, and my hobbies are a reflection of me. Alive, changing, real.

I'm 18. I am not just an age, but an entire chapter. I'm learning to understand myself, to trust my intuition, learning to be strong even when it's stormy inside. I can be different: loud, quiet, deep, flighty. I don't always know what I want, but I know exactly what I don't want. I am someone who smiles when it hurts and laughs when it's scary. I'm learning to accept the real me: with dreams, mistakes, plans and fears. It's just the beginning, but I already feel like there's a lot of big things ahead.

Be a polite man I dont like rude man))