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Who Am I

 These thoughts turned out to be rather difficult but solvable for me (it says the mathematician in me).

I was probably not very lucky, but I started asking myself this question after I graduated college. Having finished it, I seemed lost in life. I didn’t know what I want and what is really interesting to me. I liked my occupation, but it is too limited in its capabilities. I even started to regret that I refused to go on to study and continue research (although it was very interesting to me).
Losing opportunities, we don’t always believe that we can find others.
I tried myself in different ways, but everything was not interesting and trivial to me. Everything is predictable, words, actions, behavior. I was as if under water and could not inhale full lungs. If I say poetically, then “spread my wings and fly towards my beautiful future.”
It’s hard for us to imagine the future if we don’t know about what to dream.
I met my soul mate, which was filled with many stories and paintings with many colors on the palette. It spun me into a whole whirlwind of feelings and impressions.

I began to create new ideas with him. I remembered what I read, saw and knew before. I understood that we can apply all knowledge. And we began to do it. We had high ups and painful fall. Over time, there appeared mentors who guided and taught us. They did it for free because they have different values of life. Our only fee is to bring them to other people. But over time, we were lost in the millions of mirrors of our feelings; we were silent.
Not all knowledge is sold for money; other values among people are as well.
Once I asked my husband, “Who is he really?” He did not answer me, confused, didn’t find words to say. Until now, this question is one of the most difficult for us.

We seem to find the answer and immediately lose it. But now we have the hope that part of the answer has become clearer and for the last part we are moving.
Not knowing who we are, we cannot build our future like a bridge, brick by brick.
We have a duty to our teachers, so now we are trying to fulfill it. But above all, we must find inner peace and harmony.

Not knowing who you really are, it’s hard to have the right idea about your own path. It is difficult to understand what is your work and what would you do no matter what.
But for some reason, it’s not always so easy to understand who you really are.
Because some people say that we are a reflection in other eyes. Other people say we are what we see ourselves.
We must look for the answer in our depths. Analyzing a lot of information, feelings and emotions that we experience on different occasions, we can describe at least some theory about ourselves and eventually confirm it or disprove it.
Comparison is the most powerful weapon against lies and deception.
Don’t give up, look and you will find your true self. Then you will find harmony and understanding.

I thought about it and realized that I always loved helping others just so selflessly. I really like it. I also found out that I really like to create new projects. The feeling of joy, curiosity and enthusiasm overwhelms me, forcing me to move forward along this path.

I am a wife, a friend, a blogger, a writer, an innovator of ideas and something else secret (hee-hee).




xx
Maya

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