I'm not a patriot

I'm not a patriot of my country, but this is my home!

I don't speak my native language, but it's one of the most beautiful languages in the world, and when I hear my native language, it warmers in my soul.

I don't shout proudly "I'm Ukrainian," but I'm grateful that this is my nationality. I am grateful for the beauty, for the experience, knowledge, for what kind of personality I am, because the place where I grew up played a significant role for what I am.

I don't consider myself part of Ukrainian society and I don't want to join them, but I love to watch them from afar: for their patriotism, loyalty, love, faith, for how they fight and stick together.

I do not forget the bad sides of my country, and I alas will not forget those, but I know and remember the good ones: about the part of creative, smart, beautiful, cheerful and such different Ukrainians who should and will make this country better once, about the favorite cities where particles of my soul are stored, about nature that you can fall in love with, finally about the most delicious food in this world!

Alas, I am only partially Ukrainian, and Ukraine is only partly my house, but my soul lives there, in cities, a little bit of it also lives in each of my close friends, in the courtyards where I grew up.

The rest of mine is a citizen of the world, and this planet is my home. There are still so many places in this world that I should visit and maybe leave bits of my soul there as well. But in order for this to become possible - me, us need peace, clear sky and forces for joy, which are now going to sorrow.

Ukraine, forgive me for being such an ungrateful child of yours, and please live, live for those who are alive, live for those who are no longer alive, live for those who will live in years. And we will live, for you.

The girl in the red

With a pretty blond head

What a beauty she has

She is on her phone

So she doesn’t know

That I look at her now

Cause her beauty is that

What makes me jealousy get

And that drives me mad

Oh that girl in the red

Did she even know,

What a beauty she had?

Don’t be an asshole

Because if you are

Your money and job

Won’t hide what you’ve done

Don’t be an asshole

Because if you do

Some mistake, something wrong

Then here’s a reminder to you

Don’t be an asshole

Be kind, and polite

Do good things, play your role

And remember next quote

Karma is a bitch

And if you make mistake

She’ll make a switch

She will make you to pay

So don’t be an asshole,

Don’t try to fool him, her or me,

Don’t try to make “fun”, because you are bored,

Just be a good human, the one you’re meant to be.

Every person has issues in his/her life. And each of us has his/her own ways how to cope with that. But sometimes we stuck, we don’t know where to move, it feels like all the ways have vanished and everything is covered with thick fog. You start looking for some people around you and ask for their help. Or you don’t, but so that you know, it is fully OK to search for help from others. But do not expect anyone can show you your way to move. No one can, just you. But you have to stop first, sometimes even literally. In your head there is probably mess and noise. That’s fine, we all felt that. You have to accept that mess, take a deep breath and then you have to start looking for a “tool” that will bring back the road or path that you have lost. It can be a map of your steps or you need some sort of a lantern which can actually be in any appropriate for you shape(a person, a bright idea, or anything else). But it is still on you: you decide when and how to move, and if you do move, no one will have the right to that you don’t. So don’t let anyone but you make you stop.

Who am I

You wanted to know

Sure, fine,

Let’s open this door.

Hello, this is me!

And this is my room,

The place where I hide

Myself and my truth.

For those who came in,

Take your seats and enjoy,

Not everyone can,

Hear my real voice.

This voice always says:

“ I live in Ukraine and I am 22,

I am young and strong woman,

But the only thing that I value

Me - being a human.

A human that breathes,

That one that feels,

That loves or that hates,

Who laughs and who cries,

And that one that lives,

And who makes mistakes.”

You think: “Nothing special”,

And I do agree,

Cause my simplicity,

Has master’s degree.

Well, I can continue

Tributing to myself,

There are lots of gold treasures,

On my character’s shelf.

But it’s better to stop,

Cause you’ll fall asleep or maybe in love,

But the issue is that,

I taught me to put my own self above.

(I am better at essays but why not trying something like this, please don't judge too much)

Reading, what is it to us? For every individual it is something personal - it can be only a bedtime story that your mother read to you when you were five, a part of school program, or an endless wellhead of knowledge, a source of news and facts or just an option to relax by reading some magazines.

For me it always has been the way to escape in other realities: Wizarding World, Olympus or ancient Rome, Middle-earth and Narnia, or simply in past centuries. I was a witch and a hero, I saved the world with demigods and learned from best magicians. So what am I about to say by this - while fighting monsters and jumping from one word to another, I learned how to be a loyal friend, a reliable partner and how to stop worrying that I may not be loved by everyone and everywhere and I started being myself. I appreciate the way I think and how I look at the world, I value simplicity and kindness of my soul. I am thankful now.

The best part that literature has brought in my life is sympathy and ability to put myself into others' shoes. I learned that everyone has his own story of his life. Every person has his own monsters and wonders. This helps not to judge and to give chances( but not hundreds, I am not saint).

Together with this, of course, I felt such a bright variety of emotions while leafing through pages - characters' and my own - it taught me to always take into concideration people's feelings, but this made my life harder, because it is not easy to keep being kind and thoughtful in this rough world. But I won't stop caring, though it will be difficult, it's worth it. That is what all those words on paper taught me and should teach everyone.