Eternal search

Yes what it is, happiness? So far? Confidence in the future? Why not in a time when everything feels so when exactly know-keep-keep in the hands. Do not release. Why not run their emotions and not to monitor the changes in their own mood, as in bad movies.

That is all I am pleased yesterday. Life seems wonderful, but I predstavlyayus a winner and can seem to make the whole thing wish. The doubts in the minds of elephants adventure, I know in my power to overcome their weakness and moved ahead.

Today is another. Thoughts brain digging in search of the truth. They followed plagued me for not releasing or for a moment and without giving respite. What is the truth? What I have in this world? I Stand or something all of my significance, only a handful of empty words that nice being born and spoken aloud, easily die.

Search for themselves. Two simple words, in due course plagues me, as if small animals with sharp teeth and burning glance. How many attempts to find the answer, and remove stress NUZHNOE NEZNACHIMOE. How many mistakes ... silly joy when thinking-done. Yes. Found.

Not found. Never found. Eternal search-my callings. As in all human beings are fantastic novel divided into guardians of the household or the truth of something or another ... guardians of the order - which also order and do not need anything ... razvlekateley-yourself and the world around ... kopateley - trudogolikov, careerists and other equally important personalities ... and of course searchers. Always looking for something they always feel negarmonichnost, incomplete. One finding something, immediately rushing to find another. There they rest. In this prednaznachene them. In search? There are others ... but what they say. This others.

And tomorrow will be a new day. And it will be under a different banner. How? What wonders. Since I live now. Yesterday though still behind, and tomorrow is still not my concern.