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They choose the right words in conversation, adjust their voice to the right tone, and guide the exchange along what seems like the perfect path—gracefully inserting verbal anchors at just the right moments. These people are very pleased with themselves. They are indeed very smart. But what they often forget is that relationships are not a mathematical formula. They cannot be added, multiplied, or divided. Relationships are like faith.

In our modern world, where consumerism often encourages us to accumulate more, embracing minimalism can feel like a breath of fresh air. Yet, parting with belongings we've grown attached to or deeming unnecessary can be emotionally challenging. However, by adopting a strategic approach and embracing the principles of minimalism, we can navigate this process with confidence and purpose.

I used to believe I wanted to be loved. But over time, that desire faded—not because love became less important, but because I stopped believing it was possible. The reason for this loss of faith doesn’t even matter anymore. What matters are the consequences.

A sign of immaturity in a person is the readiness to nobly die for a righteous cause, while a sign of maturity is the readiness to humbly live for a righteous cause. © J.D. Salinger

I’ve gotten used to going to the movies and restaurants by myself. At first, I wrote “in solitude,” but it felt a little too resigned—like I was giving something up. So I changed it to “with myself.” It’s a small shift in language, but it changes everything.

Even the most beloved person is only a part of my vast, boundless world. To say they are the entire world is to collapse something infinite into a single form. It's a self-imposed narrowing — one that cuts off the richness, aliveness, and possibility offered by the rest of the world. And it places an unbearable weight on the other person, burdening them with the impossible task of becoming everything: emotionally, physically, spiritually. No one can carry that.

It’s funny how the most magical states return to us not through effort, but through presence. Some time ago, I made a request—from the heart—and now that request has quietly come true. Without warning, happiness has returned. Not the kind that comes with fireworks or declarations, but the quiet, streaming kind that glows from within and flows outward.

Who knows—maybe all of this is given to us to prepare us for something even more beautiful, right here, in this very life. Or perhaps they, up there, are watching us and laughing as we dream about that one moment when everything will finally come together.

We often think of love as something that happens between two people—as if it’s a finite resource, carefully allocated and exchanged. But love isn’t a contract. It isn’t a promise dependent on someone else's behavior. Love is a state.

Once, a human naively assumed himself to be the king of nature. King! Let him be released into the open field, face to face with the king of beasts—and I believe, to our mutual regret, there will be no debate, no diplomacy, no boundaries.