2 posts from ноября 2007

Once again, remember to the question "And you visited novels at work?" replied, "No, you are. Never." Today prizadumalas and realized that solgala. It was a novel, as now, and it will go.

All of this started a few years ago. That then, I was young studentochkoy second course. It was me 17 innocent years and life seemed full of adventure, and the lucky random wins matches. Already then, I often zahazhivala Coast on the street where my parents worked. Sometimes the work performed for our company, and sometimes simply will conduct a check.

We then, as now employed with an important public institution, and in order to get to him, it was necessary to pass through a checkpoint, where the formidable knights with automatic rifles checking documents and robust metal "gates" baby harquebus, that if you pronosil - that remarkable. I relish zadelali pass under the cover of red skin, which I still keep in the table.

I worked for the computer generously granted me at the time of the order and did not know grief. My self pastures increased from one day visit to this agency to another, again, for the benefit of our company, I brought, the work performed without errors, thoughtfully and diligently. Overall, vzroslela and enhances its status by day, but over a period of time.

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.