There is go to her does not work. Have a dream? Run to her! Does not work? Go to your dream

You can't do anything without praying, but you can do everything by praying.

No need to be offended and sad
Feeling sorry for yourself is a bad consolation...
You can't change anything in life
You change your attitude towards her...

If you need money, go to strangers; if you need advice, go to your friends; and if you don't need anything, go to your relatives.

Confidently walk towards your dream! Live the life you imagine.

There are people who are attracted to you. You can't tell what exactly attracted you to one of them. Smile? Gestures? You're just glad to see such a person and that's it.

The common truth says: you cannot change life itself - then change your attitude towards it.

If you can't change the circumstances, change your attitude towards them.

You can never know for sure - fortunately you are on time, unfortunately you are late.

If you confidently move in the direction of your dreams and make efforts to live the life you dream of, you will definitely meet luck that is unexpected in ordinary times.

If a person is confidently moving in the direction of his dreams, he will inevitably come to success, unexpected from the point of view of everyday life. Even if you build castles in the air, your work will not go to waste. The main thing is that you must have dreams. Now put a foundation under them.

Have a dream? Go to her! It is impossible to go to her? Crawl to her! Can't crawl to her? Lie down and lie in the direction of the dream.

9 months ago

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I don't like normal people. Normality is like a paved road: it's comfortable to walk on, but flowers don't grow on it.

Life is like a box of chocolates: if you let a woman near it, you can say goodbye to her.

There are things that men can talk about for a very long time ... . These are cars and women. And there are phrases that sound about both of them something like this:



- Are you going to die or not?!

- Cool! Just eats a lot. .
- Still, it's good when you're her first. .
- Dude! You should have seen what I did yesterday...
- Are you going to die or not?!

- I need a new one, I got tired of it.

There are things that men can talk about for a very long time ... These are cars and women. And there are phrases that sound about both of them something like this:
- Cool! Just eats a lot. .
- Still, it's good when you're her first. .
- Dude! You should have seen what I did yesterday...
- Are you going to die or not?!
- Yes, everything is fine in it, here the year of release would be younger ...
- I need a new one, I got tired of it.

Vadik, what did you find in her?
- I don't know guys, there's something in it.
- Yeah, and this is something of the third size ...

- What's with her?
- My car is with her!

Oh, how I worry about my wife!
- What's with her?
- My car is with her...

How I feel for my wife!
- What's with her?
- My car is with her!

Each other:
- Did you sleep with her?
- No, I was awake with her!

Country disco. There is a girl alone - no one dances with her. Suddenly, some kind of kingpin flies up to her and begins to waltz with her.
She:
- Tell me, are you from these places?
- Yeah.
Why haven't I seen you before.
- I sat ... 15 years.
- Yes? For what?
- Yes, he killed his wife with an ax!
She fixes her hair and says with a smile:
- So you're not married?

In order to sleep with my wife, I married her. And the cat sleeps with her, promising nothing at all.

Why didn't you marry her?
- I just said that she has creases in her pantyhose!
- But this is not an insult, but just a remark.
Yes, but she wasn't wearing pantyhose!

Vodka is an instrument of natural selection. Without a single shot, it liberates vast territories from people unstable to it for peoples and religions indifferent to it.

You drink whiskey with her - and it doesn't mean anything at all.
You drink tea with her - and everything is already serious.

A man always thinks he knows a woman enough to sleep with her, but not enough to marry her.

The hardest thing is the beginning. Many people have a wonderful dream. But instead of acting, they only talk about it.

Look, my girlfriend just has some kind of persecution mania. She believes that someone is following her all the time.
- I don’t know how long I’ve been following her, I haven’t seen anyone.

How to beat a woman:
Compliment her.
Respect her.
Honor her.
Caress her.
Kiss her.
Look after her.
Joking with her.
Amuse her.
Make her feel comfortable.
Hug her.
Protect her.
Spend money on it.
Give her food and drink.
Talk to her.
Stand behind her.
Support her.
Get her stars from the sky.
Bring her coffee in bed.
Buy her nice clothes.
Listen carefully to her.

How to beat a man:
Prepare to eat.
Undress....

A woman returns home at night through the park. The man is watching her. Accelerates steps, he too. She runs, the man runs after her. She threw her bag, the man looks around, everything runs. She throws off her fur coat, and the peasant follows her, does not stop to pick it up.
- Man! And I don't have any money! No money left!!!
- And I'm free! I'm free!

Well, your wife left you, well, she found another for herself! Damn her! Forget! I guarantee you will forget about it in a couple of weeks!
- It's impossible!
- Do you love her so much?
- No, I bought a fur coat with an installment plan for two years ...

Call. The husband picks up the phone.
- Hello?... Yes, Mom!... Yes, we had a fight again!... Yes, I remember you told me that she was a bitch, and that I should not think of marrying her!... You were right, as always !... Of course, I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you!... I tried, but it doesn't work... I tried that too! Do you want to talk to her?! One minute... Kiss...
Then he shouts to his wife:
- Darling - come, please! Your mom is calling!

Did you have anything with her?
- Yes.
- And How?
- All that we had with her, we drank and went home.

A man comes to work with a broken face. A friend asks him what happened.
He explains, they say, yesterday he met such a gorgeous girl ...
- So what?
- Well, we sat with her in a cafe, drank, I asked for it to go to her house.
- And then?
- Well, she also drank at home. I look at her - everything in her says yes. Her eyes say yes, her lips whisper yes, her body says yes...
- So it's good!
“And then suddenly her husband came and said no.

The young spermatozoon asks the old one:
- Tell me how to distinguish the egg, huh?
- Well, listen. As soon as you fly inside - look for a black dot. You will see - immediately fly to her and ask: "Are you an egg?". If the answer is "yes" - merge with her. Understood?
- Understood!
Well, it got to the point.
He flies inside, looks - such a huge BLACK dot, he flies up to her and asks:
Are you an egg?
- Not.
- And who OK then!?
- CARIES!

There are things that men can talk about for a very long time ... These are cars and women. And there are phrases that sound about both of them something like this:
- Cool! Just eats a lot. .
- Still, it's good when you're her first. .
- Dude! You should have seen what I did yesterday...
- Are you going to die or not?!
- Yes, everything is fine in it, that would be a younger year of release. .
- I need a new one, I'm tired of this one.

The guy is asked about their relationship with his girlfriend. Mother:
Are you serious with her?
Programmer:
- Do you already share any resources with her?
System Administrator:
- What access rights do you already have on it?

I did everything as you said: kissed, offered to meet. She agreed. What should I do next with her?
- Well, for starters, do with her what you do every day with the Zhiguli presented to you by your grandfather.

Meet Dasha! Yesterday we secretly signed with her and therefore now she will live with us, in our apartment. But don’t worry, she doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, and is generally a modest, good and economic girl!
- Okay, everything is clear with her, but who are you?

To be honest, when I left here, I did not think that on the morning of the sixth day I would meet here. Hand on heart, I was set up, I was there for five days, that's why I took with me five doshiraks, five rollton potatoes, and everything else, just in case.

And so, the incident happened. The sixth day, and I'm still here and I don't want to leave at all. The weather is fabulous! In the morning the sun is again, although it is noticeably colder than yesterday and the day before yesterday. At night, it froze again, not like a child.

Get out of the tent, run to the fire. Only after lighting a large pioneer fire, I looked around, came to my senses and greeted everyone. Sun first!

It turns out that this it is so natural to greet the sun in the morning! Then with everyone else, grass, birds, river. It is not surprising that people used to understand nature, animals. If you live alone in the forest and be attentive to nature, then this is not difficult. And the wind is cold today, despite the sun, autumn makes itself felt.

It seems that day six is ​​the day of liberation. All thoughts are changed, all plans are made. There is no new information for the brain, but the old one has already been run in from all sides and it is not interesting to think about it again. There is no vacuum yet, but it looks like it is starting to form.

Dinner time is approaching, warmer. The feeling of the senselessness of the experiment does not leave. It seems I missed something. Maybe I should have set some task for myself. What does the idea of ​​liberation even mean?

Why is firewood cracking

A constantly burning fire leads thoughts in its direction. Everyone observed for sure that sometimes the firewood just crackles, and sometimes it shoots pieces from itself with force. And it also happens that it doesn’t just shoot, but some kind of gas comes out from there, and for quite a long time and intensively! Why is this happening?

As if there, inside the branch, there is a hidden tension, an energy that the fire releases. It came to mind that most likely a new branch should have appeared in these places. Some cell in the trunk decided that it wanted to give life to something new, and instead of growing like everything else, it began to accumulate energy in itself for a new life. Accumulating, thus, this tension in oneself. And when the fire reaches this place, the tissues of the trunk burn out, the bonds weaken, and the energy is released with a crack. Brad of course, but cool!

The birds, which behave more boldly every day, arranged a whistle next to me and I wanted to write down in a notebook what sounds they make as a keepsake. And then I fell into a stupor! It's amazing how conventional our designations of the sounds that birds make. There is not a single letter in the Russian alphabet that can convey their conversations. Even the notorious duck "quack" in fact, not a single person is able to pronounce and this sound cannot be depicted in letters.

The day is terribly long. Judging by the sun, it’s only 5-6 hours, and I already managed to have dinner, though I left a little more to fill my stomach before going to bed. I cooked rice for myself today and threw in a pack of instant noodles. The stew turned out to be an amateur

It's getting colder again, the wind doesn't stop all day and, you won't believe it, but you already want to go home. It seems that today began the test that I was afraid of from the first day. You don't know what to do with yourself! In addition, it seems that the cold nights are not in vain, pulling the right kidney and for some reason the teeth began to react to the hot. So the test has begun!

There is a dream, run to it, if you can't run, go

Because of the cold, I climbed into the tent early, when the sun was still in the sky. Once again, life taught me an amazing lesson. In the tent, at the top in the very center of the ceiling, there are two triangular windows made of mesh material. These triangles are in contact with the vertices, that is, they look approximately like an hourglass. So, by some miracle, there were two flies up there on these windows. One, young all the time ran, fussed. Tired, sit down, rest, scratch his paws, wash and again for his own. The second, larger and apparently older, sat quietly in one place, occasionally twitching her paws and cleaning her proboscis.

That's how we are, I thought, running alone, trying to do something, to achieve something. They spend a lot of energy, effort, time on this. And others at this time sit quietly nearby and everything suits them. The end is still the same. You won't get out of this tent, no matter how hard you fight through this window. You will live your short fly life and die quietly, and your dry little body will lie in the tent until it is shaken out.

Why flutter if both die the same way? So all material achievements and efforts are of no importance? It turns out like this. The end is one - two dry fly carcasses, one was beating, the other was sitting, and the end was one.

Not! Not this way! This means that the inner content, that which passes from life to life, makes sense. This means That is what will remain in our subtle body. That which will pass into the next life. Otherwise, everything is pointless!

And at the same time, you also need to fight! With its fuss, a fly would never in its life achieve its goal - to fly out of the tent. This required another, higher power. For her, the highest power at that moment was me. I have never caught flies with my hands, but here, when I raised my hand, it seemed that she jumped into my hand herself and I released her.

She got her way! You see, she achieved it, with her fuss, with her ardent desire, she aroused in me a desire to help her. So are we. We can fight as much as we like against closed doors, suffer, cry, and fight again without realizing that what we are looking for is elsewhere. We may never get out if we do not draw the attention of a higher power.

So it is necessary to somehow establish a connection with this higher power, with God. You must show him your desire, your intention, your burning, unshakable desire. And do, do, do everything in your power to achieve this goal.

But whether what you so passionately desire will come true depends on a higher power, on God .... And I did not release the second fly, she remained sitting scratching her paws ... To be continued,.

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