A WORD A DAY

This is a project where I write my thoughts every day, like a journal. Each note has no title, no structure — it’s just a flow of ideas, one after another.
Over time, it all blends together, becoming a single stream of consciousness.
Like a river that flows, twists, and lives its own life.

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When I was a child, I had a dream. It was something special, but I don't remember what it was. I know it might sound silly, but you can trust me. I think the magic of it lies in the fact that I have no idea what it was. Something that existed in the past, but I can't remember its shape. I can feel it, but I can't explain it. Maybe that's where I am now?

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What is absolute happiness? It’s a trap.
To live in the absolute is to live one-sidedly.
Life is made up of many things — you can’t hold it with just one hand.
I don’t see good or bad people; I see people with experience.
And the only thing I truly see is love — a light in the darkness.

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I think birds were made to make us jealous. We copy them and build planes. Humans are so silly. We try to pretend that we can fly, that we can touch time. But our legs were made to walk on the earth. The only time we can have wings is when we are in love. And nothing else. We pretend that we were born for the clouds, but it’s just our wet dream. We can only fly in our dreams.

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The narcissus is a flower that blooms in the lungs.
It sweetens the air — and slowly steals it away.
One day it will blossom fully, and you will suffocate.
The narcissus is beautiful, fragrant — and fatal.
The hunger for perfection, the thirst for flawless praise, the need to be the "perfect one" — this is the richest soil for the narcissus to thrive.
But I choose to breathe. I choose to live.
And so, I will not let this flower grow in my garden.

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I cut people out of my life easily. You have to be worthy of my friendship. It's simple math. I have high standards, and I want no lies or aggression around me. The world is already full of filth.
For me, friendship is an oasis — a place where you feel happy, safe, and at peace.
I would rather choose solitude than endless fights, betrayals, and attacks.
The path to independence is the path to the freedom of the soul.

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If you seek someone extraordinary — dare to be unlike the rest. Speak from your soul, bare your heart without fear. Love is a river— a blissful, boundless connection.
Those who push limits are the ones who move forward, yet the world resents them…because they are free. Free to feel. Free to burn. Free to love. And love — raw, relentless, real — is the only way to survive.

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When everyone around is telling you what to do, it's important to stay true to your own opinion and not lose your way. People will always think about how others should live instead of focusing on themselves, because their own lives are dull and uninteresting. When life is full of joy and meaningful things to do, there's no time for giving advice.

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I have no words today, I am sorry.

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I don’t wanna be like them. I wanna be me.
I don’t need someone’s path — I have my faith. I know I am God’s favorite; I know I hold a superpower. The light that burns in my heart? That’s His presence. I wanna be me — wild, messy, divine, a life of hurricanes and sunbursts, no matter how bright or broken I seem. I was born this way.

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The White Nights will soon begin. The city will be bathed in the glow of the sun, the streets will smell of warmth, we’ll shed our fur coats and wrap ourselves in the warm May wind. I’ve loved this season since childhood—I remember how, at thirteen, I could stay up all night, drawing in the kitchen and gazing out the window.  This is a part of me where the sunlit memories of my childhood live, a sacred little world where I keep these film reels in beautiful little boxes. Only those born in the North will feel this text on their skin.

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The artist’s path is holy. To touch the pulse of matter, to wrestle with light and pigment, to sculpt new dimensions from the void. You must wear the world’s wounds like a second skin — plunge screaming into the abyss, then emerge, trembling, with stars caught in your throat.

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I am a girl in a mirrored box.
All my life, I’ve wandered and lost myself in the woods.

I love to witness my failures and turn them into triumph —
I know the ache of falling so well.
Within me lives the most ordinary child, still searching for happiness.

In the endless matrix of reflections,
I adore gazing at the sky —
fresh, light, caressed by the blue wind.

All my dreams are destined to come true,
for I will them so fiercely.

I dwell in a glass cube,
as does every soul on this earth.
And we touch the world —
through the briefest encounters.

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Expect nothing, no expectations. No one owes you anything. Go with an open heart, just shine for the world.