Patriot

I'm not a patriot

I'm not a patriot of my country, but this is my home!

I don't speak my native language, but it's one of the most beautiful languages in the world, and when I hear my native language, it warmers in my soul.

I don't shout proudly "I'm Ukrainian," but I'm grateful that this is my nationality. I am grateful for the beauty, for the experience, knowledge, for what kind of personality I am, because the place where I grew up played a significant role for what I am.

I don't consider myself part of Ukrainian society and I don't want to join them, but I love to watch them from afar: for their patriotism, loyalty, love, faith, for how they fight and stick together.

I do not forget the bad sides of my country, and I alas will not forget those, but I know and remember the good ones: about the part of creative, smart, beautiful, cheerful and such different Ukrainians who should and will make this country better once, about the favorite cities where particles of my soul are stored, about nature that you can fall in love with, finally about the most delicious food in this world!

Alas, I am only partially Ukrainian, and Ukraine is only partly my house, but my soul lives there, in cities, a little bit of it also lives in each of my close friends, in the courtyards where I grew up.

The rest of mine is a citizen of the world, and this planet is my home. There are still so many places in this world that I should visit and maybe leave bits of my soul there as well. But in order for this to become possible - me, us need peace, clear sky and forces for joy, which are now going to sorrow.

Ukraine, forgive me for being such an ungrateful child of yours, and please live, live for those who are alive, live for those who are no longer alive, live for those who will live in years. And we will live, for you.