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What I like about this world?

This world is full of miracles.

Every day itself is a miracle.

What I like about that world?

No one has ever returned from there to tell us how is it over there J cold or hot?

You make your life wonderful.

Failed? Broke up with boy/girlfriend? Got problems? Life sucks?

Overcome these. Go and sleep. Morning is wiser than evening.

Go on.

Move on.

Try hard.

When living last seconds of your life you will not for sure recall your failures or minutes of depression but all the bright moments you shared with beloved people.

And I have realized that you never know which of your pictures your relatives choose to put on your gravestone, therefore just smile J

And it is just random thoughts.

I want to keep memory of all people I have ever met and who had influenced me. I so much love them. And I am so happy me heart has space for each person.

Making new friends means destroying geographical barriers. Means overcoming limits. Means being everywhere even if not presenting there physically.

I love rain. He loves rain. She loves rain. We all most probably live in different countries but you know what? Rain is the same for us. We all get wet when walking under the rain. We all try to catch rain drops, happily closing our eyes and trying to hug the sky.

Ohhh, I resemble myself mad patient preparing for a session with psychologistJ

Haha, human brains is another miracle to me. I can generate so many thoughts at one time, and I have no idea how to learn to concentrate on one of them. I want to make something impossible. I want to live full life. I want to feel hundreds of emotions simultaneously. Want to love, want to hate, want to be happy, want to doubt, want to feel as wide range of emotions as possible.

I will never regret of what I have ever done. Because whatever I do, it shapes my life, it makes my life memorable. What seems to be silly today will make you smile or even laugh later on. And I am so sure: if I read this post in 1 year – it would seem to be extremely stupid and childish. We grow, we develop J

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint - my former MCP told me it is too much for one person. Is it?

What is this feeling taking over? I want to know this.

“When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.”