Live, breathe.

Open the curtains. Open up to the world.

In the morning - not on the phone, but on the window. Don't look for news, look for light. Make coffee - slowly, like a ritual. Let the steam burn your palms, reminding you: you are alive.

Dance in the kitchen, in socks, in silence or to the radio - not for the sake of beauty, but for the sake of freedom. Look at children not as "projects", but as a miracle. Kiss your mother - even if only in memory. Water the flowers. Let the roots remind you: everything grows if you love.

Stop on bridges, at intersections, in the tram, in the metro. Close your eyes and breathe in — you are part of a big breath. No algorithm knows what it’s like to be you. You are not a story, not a statistic. You are a moment.

Read thin books, look out the windows of train cars, remember quotes from great people - not to seem like you, but to remember who you are.

Try. Say strange things. Be silent in the noise. Be brave: create a family, leave on time, come back to yourself.

No one promised ease - but it comes to those who taste life. And one day you will feel: your wings do not grow - they have always been there. You just learned to breathe with them now.