I’m walking around warm summer Minsk with my camera.

In childhood, many different events happened - everything was new, everything was for the first time, everything was interesting. But the older we get, the more “flat” and monotonous life feels. It seems that now there is little surprise, but a lot of routine. You may well remember the moment you met a peer on that cozy winter evening in the schoolyard twenty-five years ago, but you don’t remember the topic of an interesting conversation with a friend two months ago or the delight of yesterday’s sunset.

People strive to diversify their lives, to make it brighter and richer, but if you turn around and look back, everyone will see a dark, calm river. Life flows, but we do not remember its moments.

Looking at childhood, we understand that we have become better. Growth and development are noticeable in the comparison of the current and previous moments (retrospective).

Here’s what I wrote about this in my regular note 2024-05-19:

In general, the question of coercion and motivation is open. Is it necessary to do this or am I thus preventing myself from maturing and being reborn, renewed? Without renewal I am degrading. A child cannot refuse to grow and mature. But as we age, if we do not observe progress in retrospect, we do not develop. I wanted to write that time is not worth it and you need to keep up, but is an oak tree or a leaf trying to keep up? Are they generally afraid of being late?

But I will focus on this. The point is not to compare something to look smart. Today, from every “iron” you can hear a call to become even more intelligent, well-read, analytical, and comparing. Nope! You need to be human and just try to live the moments more carefully, not lose the precious “beads” of life, but carefully collect them and string them on a fishing line, enjoying life, observing and drawing conclusions about yourself and the world around you.

What to do? Start documenting your life!

The other day I worked on photographs of Nikita that I took last summer. I sent it to him. A few hours later I received a review.

It’s very nice to receive sincere feedback about a project that I did with pleasure and love. This is not an advertisement or a moment of vanity. I knew that the project was cool and the person appreciated the result - everything was natural and it couldn’t have been any other way.

Wow, this is so cool ✨✨✨ I haven’t had any photos like this!

The best thing is to guess these long days 😇

Is there an Instagram? I wish I could decide 😉

But, you can get feedback that will mentally return you to your routine - “Oh no, that was a pussy!” Even if the author of this review uses the most colorful epithets, this is a fake. You created a fake, you were valued falsely, all you have to do is falsely rejoice. Most people today are living a fake life.

• Feeling is a skill
• Understanding who is worth working with and who is not is a skill
• Creating by sincerely expressing yourself is a skill

This will definitely not be taught in trainings or at university. They teach just the opposite - how not to be your real self, but to be like this one (or that one). How to put away your best qualities, replacing them with a cheap fake. How to rejoice correctly, radiate confidence and optimism.

Back to the review. Yes, it was a sunny summer evening. Good evening!

We work with people and for people. Alive and real. It is extremely important to sincerely express yourself while enjoying the process - this is the basis for great results and truly satisfied clients.

Don’t deceive others! Do not lie to yourself!

P.s. I’ll post photos a little later. I’ll add the link here.

Last summer, during another photo walk, a guy approached me (as I understood him to be a Turk) and asked him to photograph. No problem! He asked me to send the photos to gmail, but instead of leaving me his address, he wrote down mine. I was like “in star mode” - OK, I wrote down my email, so he’ll write and I’ll send you the photos. I even retouched them a little - done! But the Turk did not write.

Perhaps I forgot. Perhaps he was embarrassed, but I am more inclined to believe that he simply did not realize that he needed to write to me. It’s a pity! The photos are good, but I had to delete them because… I do not need them.