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🌿🎶 I grew up in a family where there was a lot of music… and a lot of rules.
My father lived through sounds, and my mother through faith. In our home, it was expected to be “proper”: quiet, obedient, convenient. I was raised with discipline, good education, control. I know what spirituality, faith, and sacred things mean… but I also know how painful it is when, behind beautiful words, a person is not allowed to simply be themselves.
For many years, I didn’t want to disappoint my parents, so I lived the way they expected me to. Was I betraying myself? Maybe…
I became a mother, I tried to build a family… My daughter is now 16, and many years ago she became not a “mistake” in my life, but the beginning of my real life.
For 17 years now, I’ve been living on my own. I didn’t become cold or bitter, I didn’t lose my softness or close my heart. On the contrary — I learned to live the way my soul wants. Without a cage. Without fear. With faith in myself and in kindness 🌿
Now I work with music, I teach children to read notes and help them fall in love with it. I love that moment when a child stops just playing and starts feeling the melody. Maybe that’s why I’m very empathetic and sensitive to people.
I believe love is a lot like music 🎶
You can know all the rules, all the notes, all the beautiful words… but the real melody is born only when two hearts fall into the same rhythm.
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