SelfPub: To learn how to breathe

Our entire lives are built with our hands, with these hands, fingers. When it came out crooked and slanted, it is obvious that the fault lies only on us.

If everyone just honestly doing their job, whether janitor, engineer, or pharmacist, we would live in a much more clean and civilized world. If not cheated, not shirk, not been negligent... What would our world be if everyone was responsible for their actions? If everyone was an adult not only physically, but spiritually?

And do not have to put some print and sign the paper: love is quite a simple thing. Love, and that's it.

There are no people without problems. No, there is. But here's the RUB - they are usually dead.

People love to boast the fact that they are happy to shout about it on every corner, slyly ogle passersby, hinting that they have something that others do not. But sincere feelings never show off. That is why we have such a high price.

Happiness is a quiet, dear, what do you wear under the heart. She always seemed to when she will finally be happy, I want to shout, sing and dance, to take the hand of the whole world and to involve in this dance. But in reality... in fact you're harboring this dove quivering in my hands, away from the voracious views, and cherish for yourself. And just the smile on the face, making you suspicious for other people.

Native people can not live with us in one apartment, not to share with us bathroom, you can even dwell on the other end of this colored water ball. But loved ones of people do not distance, not at all, a readiness at any moment to cry and laugh together.

This is the meaning of existence is not to turn our backs on our loved ones.

Sometimes that "anything" includes a whole lot of everything: a myriad of unfulfilled hopes, myriad of crashes where you never got up, legions of their own stupid decisions and selfish thoughts. People don't has nothing, he has a lot of the fact that when something is irrevocably lost.

Why women forgive traitors? Why, when they are given only one life, they run in a circle for monsters, which is not something that men, and even to name people difficult? Why is it so happened that the woman will endure everything: humiliation, violence, and other women in her man? Why just not go out from this cave the Neolithic and not to declare itself loudly, with dignity. Why not love yourself to not forgive traitors, and never to go further, to a happy life?

Man cannot be taught. He's a wild animal. While not hit, do not understand. Until life will kick you in the gut, not aware of how to treat other people.

There are no such wars, which someone does not touch. We're all human, and killing humans, even at the other end of the world is murder, which applies to us, too.

War will always be, because people are greedy animals, and it's essential for them to tear pieces of meat from their own, pressure ridges tribesmen tanks and dump the same exact people ... to let in the crowds venom. Man is war. It is impossible to stop.

Blood, debris, pain - all this is our world. People spit on the pavement. People kill other people. People betray and cheat. And the worst thing is that this madness cannot be stopped.