Lately I noticed I started to defend morons.
Last weekend I was in a beautiful place you see on this picture. The day was quiet and peaceful. Bright but not sunny. Perfect to sit on a pier, listen to soft waves and read.
First true romance I ever read was Jane Eyre. Quite typical to say the least. Mostly in family library there was only classical russian drama and science fiction, so Bronte’s book really stood out. One of the first books where I remember I started to get a whiff what a relationship was at all.
I made a challenge for myself for the whole April – I will exercise every single day. Is it crazy – probably? Will I still do it? Hell yeah.
It’s such a pleasure to watch those who know what they want and what they aspire. Seems so simple. And entirely impossible if it’s done standing on the side and observing it from few steps away.
Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life.