Posts in July 28, 2026

Love is openness. When the heart is open, there are no defenses, you are laid bare… Such openness implies total trust in the world. And in my life, I've never had problems with such openness.

You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's hot. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes it's warm and gentle. Sometimes it even seems forever. But time passes, and you're on the move again.

We know for certain that the world judges us by the "ripples" on the surface and never dives deep enough to reach the bottom where... They still wouldn’t believe it!...

The person who walks towards themselves and does everything to be true to themselves is worthy of respect by definition. It's not an easy path - the path to oneself. And it's not always grateful. A person grows only until they reach a certain spiritual purity and SINCERITY, it's very difficult for them to socialize - to fit in with this world.

Suddenly, I realized that I absolutely do not want anyone to pity me—never, under any circumstances. It's as if I suddenly understood the nature of pity and grasped its depth, realizing what it truly is. Pity is a dead end.

An amazing intertwining of destinies, lives, and opinions. Unexpected turns that seem so predestined. What is the extent of our personal freedom?

We strongly concentrate our understanding of love as a process directed towards one person, whereas love is a state that is available to us at any moment because life is love. We are not open enough if we allow ourselves to squeeze out a tiny bit of love for one person when we can open up to the whole world.

Once, a human naively assumed himself to be nothing less than the king of nature. No, enough of that! King! Let him be released into the open field, face to face with the king of beasts, and I believe, to our mutual regret, there will be no boundaries because Mr. Lion will devour the imaginary crown-bearer and leave no bones, the scoundrel.

A. Dumas said, “Not a day without a line!” I’m certainly not Dumas. Not at all. But sometimes I get the feeling that I just have to write. That if I don’t write, something will go wrong. And the right thing won’t happen.

I feel like a visitor in an amusement park, where the most peaceful ride is the roller coaster, and the rules are such that the end of one attraction is the beginning of another. I can hardly keep up with everything that’s happening to me.