I also have my own dreams and desires, but they are a little different. I want to travel — not just for the sake of beautiful photos, but to really feel different places. One day I want to live in several countries, learn new languages, and understand how people live in other cultures. It's more important to me than any other thing.

Music also occupies an important place in my life, but not as a background, but as a state. I love finding new tracks that match my mood and listening to them over and over again. Sometimes I just lie with my eyes closed and let the music take me somewhere far away. It's my way of stopping and feeling the moment. I also enjoy cooking. For some it's a routine, but for me it's almost a meditation. I like to try new recipes, mix flavors, experiment. When I cook, I am completely focused, and it helps me to take my mind off everything superfluous. And I also love sharing it with my loved ones—to see how much they like what I've done.

Unlike many people, I'm not so attracted to fashion or makeup. Something more real and alive is closer to me. I love sports, especially running. Morning jogging for me is not just a physical activity, but a way to clear my head. When I run, I feel strong, collected, as if I can handle anything. Another of my hobbies is books. I can sit for hours with a novel or philosophical text, immersed in other people's thoughts and worlds. Sometimes I make notes in the margins or write out quotes that offend me. At such moments, I feel that I am becoming deeper, that I am beginning to understand better not only others, but also myself.

My name is Teresa, I am 18 years old, and I have always felt that my life is something more than just the usual rhythm of the days. I am not one of those who can sit still for a long time. Movement is important to me — not only physically, but also internally. I love the feeling when every day brings something new, even if it's just a small detail. I live in a big city that never falls asleep, and perhaps that's why its energy is so close to me. Sometimes it seems to me that I am lost in this noise — in the light of shop windows, the sounds of traffic, people talking. But this has its own freedom: no one knows me completely, and I can be different, change, and look for myself without pressure.

Sometimes I get lonely too, but I perceive it differently. For me, loneliness is a space. A space in which I can think, feel, and develop. I'm not running away from him, but I'm trying to use him as a resource. And maybe that's why I feel like I'm gradually becoming more whole. I do not know exactly what my life will be like next, but I am sure of one thing: I want to live it consciously. To feel, to try, to make mistakes, to search — and not be afraid to be real. Because for me, this is