Rest and revival were overdue after my junior year.

Surreality follows you whenever you walk through a museum meant to preserve a nation’s memory while standing beside the very weapons that tried to erase it.

Repeated experience should not take away significance.

Enjoying life must be accentuated daily in the atmosphere of war and death.

In the midst of despair is primarily when friendship counts most.

It should be common sense that knowing what must be done and doing that very thing are two separate actions.

Our anger must be methodically and actively exercised, not buried in stillness.

The school year ended with the news of returning home.

It wouldn’t be astonishing to know that, shortly after taking these photos, warm rain began falling from the sky.

Among all the reasons I am proud of Ukraine as my country, the people's ability and desire to continue persevering are among the most solidified.

The months following the beginning of the war were filled with the act of numbly continuing our lives.

On an overcast June Tuesday, we visited Kyiv’s city landscape.

It comes as no surprise that war unites the people involved in it in a cruel way.

The rolling scenery out the window provided an escape to my swarming thoughts of our destination.

On February 24, 2022, at 6 a.m., the dictator of Russia declared war upon Ukraine in the form of bombing innocent cities and slaughtering civilians.