The war definitely made me a survivor. Although... maybe I just came back to my element. In fact, my life was not strewn with rose petals. I grew up in the Arctic. Needless to say, in the confrontation with nature, the ability to survive is honed in the best possible way.
A short period of life, when I was studying at the university, and then everything went down again. The collapse of the USSR has begun. My family was happy to escape from the Soviet hell, but it didn't mean that life had become easier. Economic crisis, huge queues for groceries, lack of electricity and water (they were given on schedule).
Then everything seemed to get better. For some time I believed that everything would be fine. But there's covid, and then the war. And so it all started all over again. We're surviving again.
By and large, the only conclusion I came to is that nothing lasts forever. No matter how good your life is, you need to be prepared for the fact that everything can collapse in one moment. And no matter how difficult it is, there will still be light at the end of the tunnel.
In the meantime, the dogs and I are hiding under a blanket in a dark house. The light is given for an hour, and then it's gone for seven or eight hours. But we don't get disduaged. After all, I have my warm kind dogs and we will definitely survive.