the story [Theme]

I keep pretending there are no problems.

Even your most harmless actions, even if your actions are not related to the narcissist at all, they will be woven into the story that the narcissist is the victim. The narcissist will keep a very watchful eye on you, observing, spying on you to gather incriminating evidence. Everything you say and do will be used against you during a narcissistic trial. You have been warned. It will be like this: I am the victim, and you are my abuser. The narcissist also thinks that you are an emotional blackmailer. You sacrifice something so you can then use your own sacrifice to get the narcissist to behave in a certain way.

Describing England is a meaningless and helpless task. It's like being a child in a fairy tale: you are given the opportunity to see a miracle, but you are not given the opportunity to tell about it. All you can do is watch.

Our well-being depends on our ability to create a positive narrative about our lives. Do we get stuck in thoughts of failures and mistakes, or do we know how to find a glimmer of hope in difficulties? What aspects we focus on when telling our life story affects our sense of self.

I kind of quit smoking, but in cigarette smoke.

Instead of reasonable speeches, you usually listen to the interlocutor's story about his personal habits.

Stories are artifacts: they are not created by us (that is, we cannot take credit for them), we only dig out what was created earlier.

No matter how strictly we adhere to the truth, we cannot do without omissions. To tell is to distort.

I will share with you an important discovery: telling about events and finding out the truth is not the same thing at all. There is no story without silence. When we talk, we are sure to miss something. Sometimes on purpose, in self-defense. And sometimes involuntarily, out of forgetfulness, out of thoughtlessness. Whatever one may say, this cannot be avoided.

Holiness is the ability to listen to others' grievances without sharing your own.

It's hard to stop when you're talking about yourself.

Truth is always what happens, not a story about what should have happened.

All the best you do in your life will be done at the end of the day. You obviously don't like the youthful glow of the early light. Traveling in the morning does not appeal to you. But the dying sun - old and yellow and ripe - is yours. You don't like heat, you like shine. And so your last dance will be performed on this peak at the end of the day. And in this dance there will be your story about the struggle, about the battles in which you won and those that you lost, about those joys and the confusion that you experienced when faced with personal strength. Your dance will tell of the secrets and wonders that you have accumulated, and your death will sit here and look at you. Just like today, the dying sun will shine on you, but not burn you. A soft, pleasant wind will blow, and the top of the hill will tremble. And when your dance comes to an end, you will look at the sun, look for the last time, because you will never see it again - neither in reality nor in a dream. And then death will point south. Into the immensity.

Let's go together to meet cheerful May.