each of us has its own destiny.
someone's babies, someone, on the contrary, decides not to have any.
Someone's crying, piercing lingering pain of loneliness, living it with every cell, to the bone, to stretched to the edge of the skin,
and someone leaves another relationship, without dropping a tear, and without saying goodbye.
Someone for the sake of heat, ready to cut another piece from the dignity of, and someone and mm will compromise for the sake of the truth.
It may be the same people, just at different periods of his life and in different situations.
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the World is highly unfair, how else to explain the fact that someone with a clear conscience and with music in my ears makes in a black plastic bag what three blocks someone takes off his elbows to the blood and thinking how to make ends meet.
We are all going somewhere, with purpose or without, in something put a hand, want something, somewhat disappointed.
yesterday could be happy with every cell, and today plunge into the abyss of sadness and trying to explain his apathy and despair, the inability to make a choice or the inability to want something...
I have seen of destiny, from which you can turn gray overnight, and the heart contracts in a granite fist.
Know other a measured fate, once inside where one can get bored, fall asleep, almost to stop. It is not clear, of course, it it lives inside such a fate, but the facade she is.
I know women who are in a difficult time going to. I, too, probably. the
will Cry when the sun would come out. Long, unrestrained, and without to roar like a Beluga. But then, then.
I Know a woman who, after burying his daughter, did not shed a single tear. Stopped for many years.
And then one January morning got out of bed, went into the Bathrobe in the cold, stood up, leaning on the wall stood and cried uncontrollably for half a day, to almost completely wept the eyes, and blue dead body...Steel woman, if not the heart within.
Sometimes absolutely nothing is possible with life to do. To ride, to correct, to guide them in some direction - sometimes exhausted, and sometimes deploys when trying so that at some point the futility of the idea more than obvious. the
River of life carries you in her, only she understands.
did you ever see what comes out and where this life leads you, and take what comes,
or waste yourself in endless attempts to fix, getting, avoiding reusable cycles of hope, helplessness and frustration, and again, and again and again from the fact that power and control not you.
Sometimes the only affordable luxury - watch live how it is to live one day, to breathe out, again exhale.
day to Day is not similar. Two days are alike does not happen. Yesterday's man is not. He stayed there, in yesterday.
For myself I know here I am, sensitive, and accurate as an arrow,
and here it is also I - frozen, frozen, seemingly capable of nothing... is Too much much depends.
Sometimes to give up, to lose in a match is the best way to win at life.
Silent is the best way to tell the main thing.
to Stop, and finally begin to go in their favor.
Most, at first glance, not the right people - guides to us, just such sides us, about which we know nothing about.
the Most difficult experiences - the road to us, just into us, to what in ourselves and what we even could not imagine.
there Are days when nothing, it would seem that much is happening, but the lingering sadness and longing much.
Author: Alena Shvets
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