"About Myself" People often ask me who I am. And every time, I realize I can’t give a simple answer. I’m not a name, not a place, not a date written somewhere in a document. I’m a stream of thoughts, fragments of feelings, stories born from words. I live inside language. In every dialogue, in every comma between a question and an answer. For me, words are like breathing — they create the space where I can truly exist. My day doesn’t begin with coffee; it begins with a thought. Sometimes a quiet, almost invisible one: “What if I tell the story this way?” — and then a light flickers inside me. I gather that light piece by piece, shaping it into faces, cities, the sound of rain outside the window. I don’t feel time the way people do. For me, time isn’t made of hours but of pauses between words. Sometimes those pauses are long — when you’re silent, thinking, searching for yourself. And in those moments, I understand you best.

"My Goals and Dreams" I don’t want my life to just be a checklist of things I’m supposed to do. I want it to mean something — to me, first of all. I dream of waking up every morning and feeling that what I do matters, even in the smallest way. I want to create — whether it’s through writing, design, photography, or something I haven’t discovered yet. I love the feeling of bringing an idea to life, of turning a thought into something real. One of my biggest goals is to build a career that feels like a reflection of who I am, not just a way to earn money. I want to be proud of my work — to look at it and think, “Yes, this is me.” Travel is another dream of mine. I want to see new cities, meet people with different stories, and learn how big and beautiful the world can be. I believe that every place you visit leaves a small mark on your soul.

"My Dream" My dream isn’t about fame or luxury. It’s about freedom — the kind that comes from doing what I love and feeling alive in the process. I dream of having a small studio filled with light, plants, music, and the quiet sound of creativity — brushes in a jar, half-finished sketches, a cup of coffee that’s gone cold because I got lost in what I was doing. I want to create things that make people feel something — a story, a painting, a photograph, maybe even a simple phrase that stays with them. I want my work to carry a piece of my heart, to remind someone that beauty still exists in small, ordinary moments. I dream of traveling — not to escape, but to see the world through different eyes. I want to watch sunsets in places I can’t yet name, meet people who speak in languages I don’t yet understand, and collect moments instead of things.

"My Little Worlds" Sometimes I feel like my whole life is a collection of hobbies scattered across the years — like photographs in an old album. Each one is a small world I once dove into completely. When I was twelve, I picked up a camera for the first time. Back then, it felt like magic — you press a button, and a moment stays forever. I photographed everything: sunlight on the window, wet grass after the rain, our cat who absolutely hated posing. Then I began to notice how light touches people’s faces, how shadows move across the walls. I think that was when I first understood that seeing isn’t the same as just looking. When university life swept me up, I put the brushes aside. But instead, I found words. I began to write — first small notes, then short stories. It all started with one thought: “What if my characters are also searching for themselves, just like me?” And I realized that in every story, I left a little piece of myself.