I am already an adult — with experience, doubts, losses, and responsibility. I know how to count, plan, anticipate consequences and not expect too much. I know how often life is harsh, how rarely it coincides with our expectations, and how painful it is to be disappointed sometimes.

And still... I believe in miracles.💕

My belief in miracles is not naivety and not an escape from reality. This is not waiting for a magic wand or a sudden gift of fate without effort. This is a quiet, stubborn knowledge that there is something more in the world than dry logic and cause-and-effect relationships. That not everything is measured by numbers, diagnoses, terms and forecasts.

Miracles for me are moments when life suddenly turns its face. When the right person appears exactly when there is almost no strength left. When words spoken casually suddenly save from inner emptiness. When morning comes after a long night, and you realize: you're still here, you're breathing, and that means you can continue.😘