Book: My personal drama

For many decades, women fought for the right to choose, for the freedom to be themselves, for independence and independence, but, as practice shows, they did not receive all this to the fullest extent. Most of us are tightly bound by chains of stereotypical scenario - garden / school / institute / marriage / children, which prevent to break numerous fears. No one wants to be chained to a pillar of shame, even if not real, but imaginary. If you suddenly want to break off the conveyor belt - you will be pointed with a finger, laughed behind your back, discussed and condemned.

It has always seemed to me that parents should love their children unconditionally, regardless of the circumstances and life scenario. To love not only when he does what we think is right, but also if he chooses his own path that is different from parental beliefs. We humans are all very different, and expecting your child to be like you and live your life, real or imagined, is a crime. A crime against the person.

Looking at these seemingly fake colorful buildings, trying to understand why I don't like them? Everything around is clean and tidy, the territory is not yet polluted with human waste, mothers with strollers are leisurely strolling along smooth asphalt sidewalks, and even pigeons, on my suspicions, are embarrassed to shit on the windshields of cars. Utopia, and nothing more. Usually any space where I am evokes a gamut of emotions in me, but not this time. There is only emptiness. If you blow it, the houses will collapse, like in a fairy tale about three pigs. There is no story here that firmly binds every tree, every lamppost to its place, pours from windows, penetrates road cracks and endows objects with a soul.

I was originally born a proud bird with huge wings, just from time to time they were clipped to me. No matter how gorgeous a woman is, there is always a skillful manipulator who can convince her that she is a chicken. Therefore, from time to time you need to carefully peer into the mirror to understand who you really are.

When you get out of the standard scheme, then a target gradually appears on your forehead, into which each bastard tries to launch an arrow poisoned with poison.

The cult of the body has ruined many lives. I believe that a person should be loved not for abs and not for a pumped-up ass. You just need to love a person, regardless of the circumstances and his condition. When he succeeds or fails, when he is healthy and when he is ill, in periods of great joy or in times of despair. Nowadays, many began to treat the choice of friends and partners as the choice of a car or household appliances, first they will study the characteristics, think over the pros and cons, and then decide whether they need it or not, and with the same pragmatism they will easily find a replacement. Lose weight, get fat, swing, do whatever you want with your appearance, but stay human, please.

Today I realized that the best defense is not an attack, the best defense is love, which pulls its silk threads from the heart and envelops you in a soft but strong cocoon, preventing evil from penetrating through it.

We run through life, losing and gaining, we count money, destroy health, spend time on empty people, spending it not where we want, and not with those who are needed. What's inside? What will be left of you if you remove all the masks? What does your inner child look like and what does he really want? Clearly not Martini and treshka in the center.

Maybe I will die alone, maybe no one will ever figure out what is hidden in the depths of these eyes, but I will be true to myself and from this happy. After all, respecting yourself, accepting, appreciating, loving and never selling your soul - isn't that the most important thing?

No man is worth ruining his life. It would seem a banal phrase, but we women, for some reason, constantly forget about it. Until we come face to face with such experiences, we very categorically talk about other people's emotions and think that this will certainly never happen to us. We read blogs of famous psychologists, give advice, give grades, and then fall into an emotional pit in the same way, forgetting about all the "correct" attitudes.

When anger goes away at the person with whom you were once associated with a relationship, only peace remains. There is a forgotten tenderness, but with a taste of sadness, because subconsciously you understand that nothing can be returned back, but you try to believe that all is not lost, that there is always a chance to revive former feelings, remembering the legend of the phoenix bird.

Void. As it turns out, is multifaceted. And tangible. You can touch it with your hands, you can plunge into it, you can hide and get lost in it. But in the void it is very difficult to breathe. She grabs you by the throat with an icy hand, runs her claws over your ribs until she plunges into a barely beating heart.

The world is not changed by the wave of a magic wand. Never all wars and diseases will not disappear in a fantastic way. To understand this painful, but necessary. Reality is not divided into black and white, it is colorful and multifaceted, with thousands of shades. Every step you take towards another person, every little good deed, which sometimes seems a trifle, in fact, is an important part of large mosaic called "life".

The reality of the unreal. What is truth - your thoughts, feelings, or things that you can touch? Someone in the soul of the photographer accurately captures the details hidden from prying eyes, sees things from an unusual perspective, but on the way to work in the Bank. Someone is a talented musician, composing in his head the Symphony, sitting at office Desk. There is a subtle sense of florists, perfumers, illustrators, selling sneakers. I met and outstanding speakers, and philosophers working managers, taxi drivers and bartenders. Why? Because from childhood we were taught that dreams are folly, self-indulgence and stupidity, is the only real grey box buildings outside the window, the solid crust of diplomas of higher education, buckwheat growing in price and yellow balls the tongue... Someone to be in a collision of realities? What is more important - inside or outside?