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Kiri. Venus Stella
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Just imagine, there are eight billion of us on this planet. Some of us are greeting the sunrise now, huddled together, watching the first rays of the sun color the sky with bright colors, and some are admiring the night sky, studded with stars. Some celebrate their birthday, with family and friends, by blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. And someone is bursting with heartache alone, sobbing in an empty apartment on the floor. In a small town, someone confesses his love for the first time, and feels an overpowering warmth and hope for a brighter future. Someone is saying goodbye to the love of his life, sobbing profusely, kneeling by his hospital bed. Some are immensely happy because they were able to fulfill their long-held dream, and some have lost the meaning of life and see no light in all this hopeless darkness. Perhaps now a man is born who will draw huge stadiums and drown in the love of fans. Some are now devastated and don't know how to live their lives, and some are empowered and leading people. Someone is happily married and surrounded by love, someone is clutching his child to his chest and crying from utter despair. Somewhere right now a popular band is writing a song that will be picked up by the whole world and chanted by huge stadiums. Perhaps now a young woman is writing a book that will lead out of the deadlock of sick events, and become a beacon for all lost souls. Some are now standing on a cold bridge and deciding what to do next, some are willing to sacrifice themselves for another. Remember, even after the darkest night, there is a dawn. You know, in spite of all this darkness, I see people who are not broken. People who don't give up no matter what. People who are making history right now. Their own history, changing history for others. That's why it's so important to find your purpose in life, and move smoothly toward it. For, in the multitude of empty life events, we forget one thing, my dear reader. Life is fleeting, no man lives for his oblivion. Every minute of your life is important, to live every second, that's what's important. And only then will you be happy, even knowing the end of your story. Don't expect everything to fall on your head for no reason, just do what makes you happy. And it
doesn't matter if it doesn't work the first time, try it, you'll eventually succeed. I know what I'm saying. Because the lesson I learned well is, "Whatever happens, don't stand still, move forward!" Please don't turn into a man with unmet needs. Live…
Chapter One.
Where different worlds touch, a fire ignites, and if it is protected, it will be eternal.
What word do you most associate with life? Hmm-mm, interesting question, isn't it? We wait for something or someone every second, every moment of our lives, every day. So to me, life is equivalent to the word wait. We wait out bad weather, unpleasant situations, painful relationships, a black streak of adversity. We wait for good news, we wait for "the right person," we wait for a carefree life, we wait for a million dollars to fall on our heads in the form of an unexpected inheritance from our great-great-grandmother. All life consists of endless waiting. But sometimes, this expectation, in turn, tends to have the opposite effect. For example: we get tired of waiting for a person to change. This is the most fatal mistake all people make, waiting for such a miracle. After all, people do not change at their core, a person is a personality, formed, adult. It's foolish to expect water to turn into wine. Isn't it?
He created himself bit by bit, starting from his mother's womb, when his DNA was laid in him. Then he greedily absorbed, in his childhood years, the concept of "relationships." Now in his head is laid down what is good, what is bad, what is acceptable. And the reckless youth? When the youthful maximalism is pounding? Some may remember that time with a smile, some with great regret. And someone just remained in our memory, because he will never become an adult … Excessive waiting kills any desire. It happens more often than we think. You just burn out, and you stop waiting. Or should I say, waiting.
I'm a former fan of the "postponed life". You know those favorite expressions, "Let's do it later," "Let's do it tomorrow"? And those "laters" never end. We keep our favorite jeans in the closet that are sure to fit us when we lose weight. We wait for Monday to work out. Putting aside health issues. We could go on and on. Sound familiar? It's not just months and weeks that go by, it's years that go by. At times like these, you have to wonder, why do you procrastinate? Maybe it's not a matter of lack of time or opportunity, but because you've already made up your mind to leave things the way they were? But how we love to clutter up our lives with unnecessary things, people and events. Things that don't mean a thing on the scale of our lives, that are so trivial, but that we devote so much time and energy to, losing sight of, something insanely beautiful, something that really matters.
I woke up in the early morning hours, with the faint, full moon barely visible in the blue haze outside the window, the sun rising, enveloping every inch of our mortal world. Bringing warmth and awakening to the world around us. I love waking up when all the family is still asleep, when there is such silence outside the window, as if the whole world had frozen over. It feels as if the entire universe belongs to you alone. At times like this, even the sun shines brighter, everything feels deeper, like you were in a long hibernation and just woke up. I love this time alone with myself. As I got out of bed today, I was suddenly struck by the realization that I felt free from my mental shackles. Hmmm, I really do feel easier to breathe, I don't feel heavy on my soul anymore, I don't have universal apathy weighing on my shoulders. You know what it's like when you get tired of life? When withdrawal begins, as if
the whole world has decided to hang all the pain, rage, and depression on you? When you can't even stand yourself? You think, "God, when did everything go wrong? " Where did I go wrong?", "When did I take a wrong turn? ". And you don't know where to put yourself, the emptiness inside you begins to burn, bringing more pain. You start to get angry at yourself, angry and crying. Such quiet hysteria… A storm warning inside yourself. And there's one thought in your head, "I just want to disappear." Never, do you hear? Never let that thought live and grow roots inside you. Time, as clichéd as it sounds, the truth heals, it gives you strength to resist, it gives you peace of mind, and you begin to look at everything through the prism of philosophy. Someone's "great" problem will seem to some as a mere trifle, not even worth attention. As a result, even after the strongest storm, the darkest night, everything calms down and the dawn necessarily comes. That's the way the world works. Alas, you and I can't get away from it. Either wait for the sea to calm down, or fight and swim against the current. The choice is always yours, no one will make it for you. Because your most loyal fan is only yourself.
When I went out on the balcony, I took a deep breath, the air in the spring is something special, it is as if impregnated with the fragrance of flowers, nature is reborn, awakening and you with it. It's a wonderful feeling… Isn't it? I closed my eyes, exposing my face to the first morning sunlight, and smiled. From the inner euphoria of excess serotonin, I guess I was brought out by the stabbing pain coming from my lower lip. Because never, believe me, should you smile if your lips are chapped. I'm not the only one who has chapped lips when the wind blows, am I? They literally drive me crazy. In the spring, this problem is always exacerbated, probably because of the changeable weather, the rain, the cold, the "let's wear shorts today. You know… So what do I do at dawn? That's right! Of course, I run to find that strawberry lip balm. Why strawberry? Because I have a long, burning love affair with strawberries. I need a beauty supply store or at least a drugstore, I need to do an urgent rescue on my lips before I eat them all up. Why, when I need something, can't I find it? There are a great many stores around and not one that fits. The law of meanness is just, that's what I call it. I look around. So…Not that, that's not it. Oh! I see, great cosmetics store, just what I need right now. I run as fast as I can and rattle into the store, grabbing the door so I don't fall. Damn these shoes in heels, instead of femininity turns on the function "cow on ice"! When I feel like I'm on my feet, I fix my red coat and look around to make sure no one
saw me nearly flip-flop when I entered the store. But alas, as expected, several pairs of eyes were looking at me. But it's okay, as the saying goes: "A smart man won't tell, a fool won't notice," and I walk into the store with a confident gait, as if nothing had happened.
– Hello! Welcome to our Morning Star store. Can I help you with something?
– Hello! No, thank you.
It was very strange, the store was empty except for the clerks. Am I the only one shopping this early? I am surrounded by shelves and display