Book: In the area of the fog

Everything is possible. But if something isn't done, it is a matter of laziness, negligence and incompetence.

Easier to shit on the principle: to live with wolves, wolf howl. Am I right? Only shit is not a vector. This direction of the life vector. Wish that life wasn't shit and people weren't shit, change the angle of view. Everything depends on you.

Before you ask, think. Then another think. And then save it.

I don't know how to cry. But to say that the man was not crying... No, thank you. There are times when I envy those who have not forgotten how to cry. When things breaks, it is easier to weep bitterly, than to be torn from the inside out.

How little a man need to be happy. In fact, he should only lose those simple pleasures in which he lives. Very lose and realize what it's like to live without them. And when you said goodbye to what I had, and that is not appreciated, and it unexpectedly suddenly returned back to you, then that is happiness. Happiness is to appreciate what you have. To appreciate and to cherish and to remember that everything is transient.

I put himself in the frame. He convinced himself that to live outside this framework can not. 've convinced yourself that all cannot live. Is not capable. And he is in all believed. And in order to change something, we should not just run to the ring. Need to gush. Need a quality leap. Jump to a new level. In life everywhere. If you're unhappy being a sales Manager of computers then you become the Manager for the sale of motorcycles, happiness will not increase. Can you explain to yourself that it's going to change, and to rush within the given framework. But before you jump out of the box, nothing will change.

- Two steps away from normal, law-abiding world, said it is not clear what and who knows whom Squishy.
Sissy! I was shaking with anger. I stopped hold back and gave vent to his feelings. Hand she darted forward. I picked him up by the lapels, lifted above the ground, slammed back into the wall. He rolled up his feet, grabbed my hand. Not something to be resisted rather by surprise.
- Two steps away from some of the world? quietly, but very firmly I growled. - From your refined careless world, which is not. You just don't know any other. See it only on TV. In movies and in crime news. You see it as a movie. Someone was high on drugs and the balcony came out to a better life - movie. Where the house blew up - movie. Grandparents salabon beating - movie. Slut fuck under age thinking of nothing, and then children throw in the trash - movie.
I unclenched the fingers. Squishy flopped to the ground and started rubbing constricted by the jacket neck.
You even sigh can say, Oh what a pity, what a nightmare is happening. But for you, this is a nightmare, like a Hollywood movie about the living dead. You don't believe it. You don't know what it is that you live in it, it can affect you. Whatever... thunder does not clap - a peasant will not cross. While you personally are not affected you, for example ostrich, you live in the dark with your head in the sand. "I can't see - I'm not afraid". Lanky stood up. Eyes crazy, face is red.
- What are you doing, Moody?
In fact, what I have suffered? - flashed through my head.

I'm scared to break the established unpleasant, but perfectly understandable and reliable range. Because any change is a risk. And the risk I don't like. I'm scared

It is foolish to dream that someday you will have the strength to jump. You need to jump. Maybe you won't immediately jump, fall, hurt his forehead. So what? You can always get up and try again. And let will laugh at you. He laughs best who have no power to try himself. Laughing out of envy, knowing that he had the strength to jump is not enough ever. And trying is not enough.

Just keep the strike should be able to. Not only when beaten in the face, but when spit into the soul.