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In my youth, I once heard from my mother that when I was not at home, she was afraid of phone calls: a phone call could mean bad news.
Life is interesting when you fill it with different experiences.
- More like an optimist.
We are used to thinking that memories are facts, once and for all recorded and sorted. In fact, everything that has happened to you since that very event has changed your memories of him, and you perceive him through a new view each time. A filter that changes memories, obscures, exaggerates, combines and distorts. But the original experience still lives inside you, because the brain remembers everything that has happened to you since birth, to the smallest detail. The problem is that we are unable to remember it. Unable to clear the filter of time and see the truth again.
This was the last word. And yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday. Today is another word. And those promises and oaths have already become obsolete. We so want to believe in something that will never happen. Or happen somewhere outside our door. Again new experiences with new oaths.
Stop worrying about what others think of you.
The only way to teach self-respect and respect for others is to respect the world of the child, listen to him and notice any experiences, difficulties or problems that he considers important.
Because of her, as I am now because of you.
We are told that love smells like roses, but as it turns out, love smells like bleach, hospital, and fear. Anger and feelings of powerlessness. And despite this, I do not want to forget what we have experienced. Not one minute. Not one time you climbed in through a window. Wake up! I want to hug you again. Feel your skin. Kiss your lips. Wake up and we'll face our fears together. Thanks to you, I believed in love, it would be nice now and love believed in us ...
Life is not about what you have, what clothes you wear, where you live, or what surrounds you. The essence of life lies in the depth of your experience.
Don't worry about the experiences, but live them.
- It's true, - continued Ravik. - Especially at night. Night - it exaggerates everything.
They flow slowly - in a weak, almost imperceptible flow - moving through time and space until they find a crack where they can settle and harden. If we take, for example, children who grew up under the same roof, then some suffer from such injuries more than others. Haven't you ever met brothers and sisters who were completely different from each other in temperament, although they had the same opportunities? One of them is always more withdrawn and melancholic than the other. That happens. Sometimes family traumas skip a generation and double their grip in the next. Often, grandchildren silently carry the grievances and experiences of their grandparents.
In fun more and more anguish was felt. People tried to forget themselves at any cost: everyone knew that very soon this ghostly life, which they got for only twenty days, would end, and everyone would return “there”. As many people took part in the dancing as the decks could hold. Dances often turned into wild dances, like African dances - so they better expressed the state of mind. For an uninitiated person, the liner could easily pass for a cheerful madhouse.
All experiences are only in my head, I'm so tired, tired of myself.
