Hello from Belarus, a place full of brave hearts and old forests. I'm Karl, and I love to tell stories about the things that happen around me.Spring is here in Belarus, and it's like the whole forest is waking up.
image: me
When I was little, after the Soviet Union was no more, I found wonder in simple things. The long winters made me dream big, and my family's small house was where I started loving stories. My grandma, who didn't talk much but knew a lot, would tell me, "Karl, be strong and keep going like a river." I always remember her words when things get tough.
I can't forget the summer when I turned sixteen. It felt like it would never end. My buddies and I hung out by the Pripyat River, laughing and listening to the whispering grass. Looking up at the big sky of Belarus, I knew I wanted to do great things.
image: my cat
Now I'm 26, and I'm still looking for my big purpose. I've done different jobs: making coffee at a café in Minsk, writing stories for a newspaper, and now I write on my blog for everyone to read.
Life has been like a puzzle with good and hard times. I've felt happy being free and sometimes got lost in my worries. But I've learned that being someone special isn't about having a fancy title. It's about the marks we leave in the snow and the tales we share around the fire.
image: old pc
As I type on my old keyboard, I think of something, "Life is like a camera lens. Focus only on what's important and you will capture it perfectly." — Unknown. Maybe it's not about being specific, but about being brave enough to go wherever life takes us.and I'm thinking about all the different paths I've walked and where I might go next. The stories I've shared are like tiny seeds I've planted, and they could grow into something bigger.
Walking around Minsk, where I used to make coffee and write news stories, I understand that my adventure is about making my own path. My blog isn't just stories; it's a big picture of life, made from all my experiences, hopes, and the strong hearts of the people here.
image: traditional whiskey cabinet
Sometimes, when I stop by the river and everything is quiet, I realize that life is a bunch of stories, not a puzzle to solve. Every part of it is a memory to keep. So, I keep writing, with every part of me, knowing that being someone isn't about where you end up, but about the adventure itself.
Thanks for being part of my story. Until we meet again, I hope your days are full of stories to tell.