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Life is not a dialectic. From the impasse of contradictions, do not expect an exit to a new level.

People's lives are a labyrinth in which they perceive a dead end as a way out to happiness.

It's good that it is. It would be worse if the emotions went inside. It is much more difficult to get out of this state.

The exploration of Antarctica is somewhat similar to a spacewalk. There is a void in front of you. Thousands of kilometers where there are no people, no animals, no plants. You are alone on a vast empty continent. Fear of closed spaces and fear of open spaces in one place. Like two people in bed.

Exit to people is possible only for monkeys and with the help of Darwin.

where the door of exit from it is in itself.

I just wanted a little love ...

Even in the most desperate situations, we have to look for a way out. We play chess every day. Our enemy is evil. More often than not, we win. Although it happens that it is not. And all this for the sake of one word. Hope! She glimmers in us. She is our fuel.

Sometimes lying is the only way out.

Father's Day was only introduced this year, in 2021. What the fuck is this anyway? There were such days, this is absolutely true, you can check on the calendar: there was Plaid Day, Pumpkin Seasoning Day, Homemade Cookies Day. And Father's Day only this year! It is still celebrated on the third Sunday in October. Why? The summer is already over, the Indian summer is over, the velvet autumn, the golden autumn, the Boldin autumn are over. All normal autumn is over, and a liquid has begun. Fathers, your way out - celebrate!

Probably, there was another, easier way out of the situation, a way out that he did not know.

And how remarkable how limp his world was without him. It's strange, I thought, jumping away from the stream of water rushing along the curb, how everything can change in just a few hours - or, rather, how strange that such a bright fragment of the past can get stuck in the present, broken, broken, but never disappeared to end. Andy was kind to me when I had no one else. And I could at least repay his mother and sister with kindness. Now I understand this, but then it did not even occur to me that I had not crawled out of my cocoon of grief and self-digging for years, and behind this anomie of mine, behind stupor, apathy, isolation and heartache, I missed many everyday, small , imperceptible manifestations of kindness; and even this very word, kindness, reminded of a way out of a coma, from the hum of sensors - into a hospital reality of voices and people.

After all, there is no one to save you.