18/02/2026
Sometimes I think why do we act like big dreams belong to other people? Like some places in this world are not for us.
The world doesn't check our passport before showing us its beauty and doesn't ask about our background or status. If we have the desire to see something, maybe that's already enough, I think.
So why not?
Why not go to Antarctica at least once in this lifetime?
Why not stand in that endless white silence and just feel how small and alive we are?
It is just not to impress anyone.
It is just not to prove anything.
Just because we want to.
Just because we can.
One life. One world!
If we have the desire, why not make it happen?
