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You just hear" "but maybe what if" and so on, what's the point of worrying, if you haven't tried anything yet? The most important thing is now! Because our present determines our future!

Luke nodded. To tell the truth - and he never denied it, because he was incapable of lying - he liked it, and liked it very much, despite the fact that he and his sister, who was older, although only a year old, were doing something unnatural, worse - blasphemous. But he was unable to stop the strange, frightening, but uncontrollable flow of sensations that her lips caused when she began to suck. She seemed to suck out all the bad things: fears, worries, and pain, that he had been carrying in his soul since he learned all about the world in which he was born. And when he spilled the seed, it seemed to him that dynamite had exploded in his eggs, which would tear him to bloody pieces.

I think we have what we have.

Where did we get that the happiness of each individual is what humanity as a whole needs? Will this give us a good, beautiful future? Will brave new world be beautiful? Or maybe real life – the one we really need – is a hodgepodge of pleasant and negative emotions, of good and bad experiences? Maybe a person needs to be unhappy from time to time in order not to forget how sometimes it is cool to be happy?

Real experiences are a carousel of positive and negative emotions. Real experiences are the diversity of what is happening, these are wet dreams mixed with nightmares, this is landing after each new takeoff, this is a series of unsuccessful failures, followed by real success.

Falling in love entails mental turbulence; parting entails confusion even more powerful. All these feelings and experiences will have to spend a lot of energy, and for lunches, dinners, walks, endless quarrels on the most insignificant occasions and sweet reconciliations - a lot of time. It's all very exhausting.

Only relatives and friends truly empathize with you when shameless girls spit in your soul. The rest pretend that they understand everything perfectly, but at the same time they say that modern girls will never allow themselves to laugh at your kind words and wishes. They pretend to say that modern girls are much better than 20th century girls, but in reality they are not. Relatives and friends sympathize with you to tears, realizing to the end that modern girls wiped their dirty feet about your kindness, spat on your feelings and experiences, groundlessly threatened with blacklists on social networks.

All we suffer, I'm afraid - in my heart.
All that we hate in the heart.
Our memory lives on with this nonsense in the head.
The rest is wasted in the body.

- I have lived her life, whispered Katox, I can't understand how you people can handle it. Your infinite things and experiences - it's a curse and a blessing at the same time. You never stop to appreciate and digest what is happening to you.

When the share of families get serious hardships, goes not only for adults but also children. And children sometimes even more than we imagine.

Only family and friends really understand you when you're afraid to be alone, without money, losing a job, being homeless, I'm afraid to become dependent on others, being left without funds in old age; fear slowly and painfully die. Others pretend that everybody understands. They pretend to care about your future and your life difficulties and problems, but actually it is not. Relatives and friends are well sorry to tears, realizing your feelings until the end.

Stick to certain rules of communication and behavior: do not engage in unpleasant conversations, do not argue, do not succumb to provocations, do not contact with Hammami, do not try someone to change, but if you really want something to show by example, don't worry about things you do not control and are not dependent on you.

Love is not a boiling passion, not emotion, not feelings, and a willingness to share with a loved one joy and sorrow, a willingness to tolerate its shortcomings, to lend a shoulder when it's hard to be grateful.

Louise let her inner feeling were suppressed by the expectations of others. She had such a weak sense of your own inner being, which she sincerely doubted that would exist at all if not answered in some way on the needs of others. This doubt Louise was not a figurative expression. She really lost the inner sense of being, which can only arise from experiences of his own life in action. This experience - the immediate feeling I as a process - cannot be replaced. She tried to replace it by others, as well as Larry tried to replace it with image which has been created for others. Neither Louise nor Larry like replacement was not successful. Each of them felt a genuine sense of horror because of the constant feeling of emptiness. This emptiness arose because of the lack of internal center, the inner sense of identity. Louise came to the realization of their individuality and freedom of choice. No longer feeling that it will make her an outcast, she began to become herself.