This year, June turned out to be rainy and not as hot as the weather forecasts had promised back in winter. Yet for me, the weather did not feel any worse—on the contrary, it creates a special kind of comfort, even when I find myself soaked through for the third time in a day under a heavy downpour. There is a certain romance in it, and I genuinely enjoy it.
The rain encouraged me to take out my old Zenit camera and Helios 44-2 lens and simply enjoy photographing for the sake of the process itself. I love the way it renders the image—soft, cozy, and fluid. And of course, the bokeh effect—timeless and irreplaceable. There is a certain soulful essence in it, where everything feels almost magical.
Another year has passed—bright and intense, filled with events, love, discoveries, new beginnings, and revelations. And, most importantly, without doubt—full of determination, conviction, purpose, and an overwhelming sense of meaning.
How could one not feel grateful for every single day lived? I always carry this feeling within me, and the very ability to express gratitude for each new day fills me with awe and brings a smile to my face. Joy is not found in isolated moments, but in the entire journey—wholly, fully, and sincerely. And you begin to realize how much lies ahead.
At some point, I stopped trying to predict the future or analyze outcomes based solely on logic and assumptions. I came to understand a simple truth: at least 95% of my satisfaction with any result depends on my own actions, my inner state, and my belief in myself.
I still rely on logic, but from a different perspective. I assess what depends on me, what I can change, and I focus on improving or transforming something within myself for the better.
Perhaps this sounds complicated to someone else, but to me it is clear and simple. I do not feel the need to explain it further, because it truly is simple. Everyone has their own goals and dreams—some actively pursue them, others simply dream while staring at the ceiling.
It is raining again—already the fourth time today. In such weather conditions, like monsoon-like patterns in our region, there is a captivating beauty of its own. Lightning and thunder, heavy downpours, and winds bending the trees—all of this is part of us, our planet, our life, and, if you will, our Universe. Although that may sound too vast, separating it completely would feel artificial, even illogical. Everything is one.
Under the sound of rain, I feel like reading. Reading is always a pleasure—almost like drinking freshly brewed mint tea from a cup with small polka dots and bagels on the side. This association has stayed with me for a long time, and somewhere in that very cup—with mint tea and polka dots—there lives a timeless sense of comfort.
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