despair [Theme] Page 5

At the age of five, Skagr finally became convinced that God does not exist. Realizing this, people usually experience either relief or despair. Skagra was the only one who immediately thought: “Wait a minute. So I can take his place.

- YOU ARE CRAZY? Harry bellowed. - ARE YOU A MAGIC OR NOT?

From now on, I replace melancholy with courage, doubt with confidence, despair with hope, anger with kindness, complaint with a sense of duty, skepticism with faith, sophistry with calm sanity and pride with modesty.

Despair is unproductive. It capitulates to evil.

Modernism, decadence, absurdity arise whenever the disharmony of the world becomes unbearable. Not a crisis of art, but a breakdown of consciousness and art as its barometer. Madness, despair, hysteria, cynicism are not the destruction of art, but a reflection of the flames of conflagrations and cries of pain. And withdrawal into oneself - as evidence of extreme stress in a world where something has happened. Art as the desire of an unhappy consciousness to escape from the state of unhappiness. Art as a protest. As dissatisfaction with what exists.

And my love escapes.

And in order not to be in trouble, I pray and forgive.

But it is worth to someone to drop: "Wait to despair" - and you will hear.

Sleep, my sweet baby, close your eyes.
Moonlight in the window. Stars in the Sky
They tell us: you will wake up, you will be mine!
Sleep, my sweet baby...
Little you're mine.
Numbers and fog, stars we see.
Once they called us... to them to fly... Should.
Sleep... sleep, baby...

Eugene had a clear civic position, simple and easy to explain. She loved her country with all her heart, generally supported the current government, respected, even admired the current leader, but considered unacceptable any attempts by parochial politicians to manipulate the population. They did not know how to play honestly, did not grow up, cared not about people, but about profits. Budgets were quickly "sawn", mayors, regional ministers and heads of departments were imprisoned one by one, and the inhabitants of the long-suffering city of N were increasingly plunged into despair.

Dissent was ruthlessly rooted out and every citizen became the same as the others: no doubts, no uncertainty, no unnecessary questions. Isn't that happiness?

Money can open many doors when you are young. But with age comes the understanding that it is better to keep some of the doors closed, while being able to escape through an inconspicuous window.

Truly, man is an amazing creature. Even in these desperate times, passions overwhelm us. It would seem that despair should prevail, but dreams instead arise.

If despair is unavoidable, we must overcome dark times with hope.