Who am I?

I am one who walks lightly but dreams far. My gaze is often directed towards the horizon, not because I'm looking for an end, but because I believe that something new is beginning there. The restlessness of the traveler and the silence of the observer live in me - I love to go, but even more I love to remember.

I carry in me fortresses and squares, castles under the snow and streets bathed in the sun. I saw a stone that whispers history, and pillars that still breathe under the weight of centuries. I walked the streets of Rome, watched knights fight under the walls, watched the New Year's lights of Vienna dance across the cobblestones. And while I look at the world, the world slowly enters me - to stay forever.

Sometimes I speak softly, because I choose my words as if they were pearls. Sometimes I am silent out loud, because what I carry inside me does not fit into sentences. I love laughter that is not learned and moments that are not repeated. I like simple - true. The smell of freshly baked donuts on the street, the touch of the cold stone of the old walls, the voice of a street musician that hits straight to the soul.

There is room in me for the past and the future, but mostly for now. Because now it's the only thing we can touch with our whole hearts. And that's why I live it to the fullest - whether I'm under the vaults of the museum, in corridors that don't know the end, or in the square among people, while childhood and dreams collide in one view.

I'm not looking for perfection - I'm looking for honesty. In the look, in the words, in the touch, in the way. I love that which lasts longer than a moment, and which has the weight of the soul. I love when a place has spirit, and a person has the strength to remain himself. I love the wind that carries memories, and the silence that speaks louder than a voice.

I am neither big nor small - I am myself. The one who carries the world in his eyes and stories in his steps. The one who remembers, but does not forget to dream. The one who moves forward, but knows where his roots are. And when I get tired of the journey, I stop just to hear even better what my heart is telling me.

It's me.
And that's enough for me.