Научиться бы не париться

How wonderful it sounds to dream of not worrying - not about the meaning of life, not about other people's opinions, not about Mondays, which always come too early. Just living in “beer, playlist, and whatever” mode, where even a star leading you astray doesn't cause alarm, but only a slight smirk. In every line, there is fatigue from one's own experiences and a quiet hope that someday it will be possible to stop complicating everything. The world, of course, is still the same - with temperature swings, guests, and Olivier salad - but the mood is different: philosophical, lazy, and a little fizzy, like gas in a glass on Friday night.