Contrary to the title of the blog, I don't think I'm any more special than you. The name is almost a joke, an attempt in self-persuasion of a sort. Just like billions of people all over the world, I have my own petty problems, which seem giant and uber-important to me at the time.
I was born in the USSR. Ukrainian by citizenship, Tatar and Russian by ethnicity, and American by spirit, I'm quite confused with my national identity.
People fascinate me. I like listening to their stories and trying to figure out how they think. Sometimes my questions are like shooting stars, without any particular order or direction. I'm looking for something, yet I'm not sure what it is. I'm always trying to learn.
I admire people who live selflessly, who persevere through difficulties, and love without fear. Intelligence, confidence, and ability to do what's right regardless of what the rest of the world thinks, is irresistibly hot.
I'm constantly trying to change myself around, because I'm rarely content, but the whole "be OK with who you are" thing is a work in progress in itself.
I love life!
Occasionally I get into depressive moods, leading me down the road of self-depreciation and other pretty messed-up thoughts. That's when I come here. Don't judge.
Tying my life with my husband was the best and most important decision I've ever made.
I'm a long-distance runner. Take it however you want. I may be slow, but I'll do my thing and will get there.
Expression of love in ANY form or shape is strikingly beautiful. It makes me smile even when no one else is around. I don't care. Thought-provoking short films, random acts of kindness, intimate bonds, and rainy days that seem to bring everyone closer, are rather enjoyable as well.
I believe in God.
Ideally I want to care less about stuff, be stronger in spirit and more open to new experiences. In reality thought I'm just a regular girl: boring, self-conscious, unorganized, impulsive, and all-around hard-to-handle when close, but oh so special to the ones who love me.
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