the value [Theme] Page 3

The older we get, the more we feel the need for silence. In a place with a special aura. Aura of warmth and peace. Awareness of the true meaning of feelings. Where life does not beat, like a hummingbird, with millions of sharp movements to maintain altitude, but simply flows inside us, repeating the trajectory of the veins.

What is more important is the meat under the skin of the face

What a firm thinks about its products is not the most important thing, especially for the future of the business or for its success. What the consumer thinks about his purchase, what he sees its value in - that's what is crucial, determines the essence of the business, its direction and chances of success.

An outstanding person who creates world-historical deeds is beyond the jurisdiction of morality. What matters is the greatness of the deed, not its moral meaning.

The boy does not know the meaning of the word "fear". It is a pity that he also does not know the meaning of the word "survival" ...

The sages say that bodily beauty does not mean anything, but the sages will not lie.

You are alive. That alone matters.

Bob Marley said that it doesn't matter what kind of music you play or even its quality. All that matters is total dedication in the creative process of channeling.

Once again I ask myself the question: what should be considered an event in general? For some, the event is Waterloo, and for others, an evening conversation in the kitchen.

Is there such a thing as acting?

What we value most may end up being lost or hard-won.

I never understood the meaning of the word - "live for yourself"!

the vector of development of society led him to the fact that things no longer correspond to their names. There was a time when a spade was just a spade and a bank was just a bank. And now there are banks where only cashless payments operate, that is, banks without money - but there must be at least some order in this world? There is nothing strange in the fact that people are lost, and society is going to hell in the era of decaffeinated coffee, gluten-free bread and non-alcoholic beer. And if someone finally calls a shovel a shovel, then a well-wisher will certainly be found nearby who will correct him: “No, no, no, what are you, it’s a scraper!”

There is some secret in the Kremlin Hill, fenced off from the world either by a fortress or by a prison wall. Evil jokes are played by fate with those who reign here. The chosen ones quickly forget that they are also mere mortals, that as a result, everything will again turn into lies, betrayal, revelations, tragedy, and even farce. You involuntarily think about this, leafing through thousands of archival documents, ranging from some medical certificates and test results, private letters and photographs to documents of historical significance without exaggeration.