I am such a person who rots without the mental activity.
Being unique – be yourself, only so you’ll distinguish yourself out of the ”grey” and motionless reality. Train positive perception of the surrounding things.
Nowadays it’s more beneficial to act like a mutt, than understand reality.
I’m enormously afraid of one inevitable and trivial thing – that one day I’ll simply cease to exist.
Perhaps somebody has alredy written it. But I want to write a story from the end till the very beginning.
Personally I know only one person who wrote about utopia. Afterwards he was executed. I suppose it’s not my genre.
Endeavour to explore the surrounding world, try to do your best and jump over you head, only in that case you’ll achieve a result.
Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.
I don’t want to be memorized for everyone. I want to stay real,endless and inchangeable for my parents, kids and their descendants.
Do I haste to live? Definitely, no. I endeavour to surpass tomorrow’s me.
Sometimes I want to impersonate a fountain, but specific circumstances don’t allow me to do it.
Constant love despite almost impossible anti-clamix towards this place of the rising sun…
Live with the current day, otherwise someday you’ll wake up and realise that all remarkable and gorgeous moments have passed towards your eyes, while you’re waiting for the best shot to reveal yourself
Imagine yourself in a parallel universe. Imagined? Now either attain or forget it.
Do you know what is truly magnificent? One tear, which is falling down from an authentic sensitive person’s eye. Down the cheek and adorns the floor.
I just believe that someday I’ll meet a person who’d describe me from the side as thoroughly and eloquently as I can do it.
In our century of progress and industrialization we still cannot avoid and prevent wars. I’d propose to have a separate planet where we’d insert fighting coutries to solve their business.
In our century of progress and industrialization we still cannot avoir and prevent wars. I’d propose to have a separate planet where we’d insert fighting coutries to solve their business.
Whatever you are, do not even assume that you will be surrounded and gnawed by luxurious worms of an exquisite breed.
I suppose that I found out two more constituents of the eternal engine: folly and curiosity.
Regretfully, but I have to admit that A. Einstein was right. -”Who?”. Oh, there was such a guy…
Frankly speaking, I’m not afraid of death. I don’t endeavour to avert its advent. But I don’t want to be a witness of it.
If we estimate people’s responsibility according to the time when they were left exceptionally on their own, then today’s generation is a stubborn crowd of hopeless peers.
As more busier and overwhelmed you’re, as more free time you have.