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Sometimes, in a surprising way, you start to understand the meaning of songs that have long been sung for you. Only during their life did their meaning somehow slip away from you. Because of a lack of life experience.

One day, after parting, still experiencing the remnants of the fading love… Cherishing glimpses of magical memories, like the warm light of the last rays of the sun in September… Rising on the wave of sensations again and again, warming oneself with the fragments of sensory memories of touches…

There are words that must be said. You part ways with a person, but inside you live a couple of phrases that will torment you until you release them. It’s not necessarily that the person they’re meant for should hear them…

You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hot. Occasionally it’s cold. At times, it’s warm and gentle. Sometimes it even feels like it’s forever. But time passes, and you’re on the road again.

You must keep yourself in check, keep yourself in check… you must fight. Not give up. I know this. You must hold on, you cannot relax, you cannot accept pain as a given, you must remove it, erase it, you must find new reserves of strength within yourself, you must find a new source of optimism, positivity.

Whenever you do something good, of course, your heart rejoices that someone is feeling better, that someone received help. Then, of course, it rejoices because the help came from you.

Every time in moments of despair, when pain and death fade from my thoughts and feelings, during the brief moments of quiet, I find the strength only to shout to the Universe, "Help me!" and ask it the short question, "Please, show me why I have been given THIS trial, what should I endure from it, what should I understand?"

A new wind blows. Constantly. It softly whispers, sometimes crying out in despair. I want to step onto the dangerous path of the unknown, but one of freedom. I will have to lose much. I want to go forward. But I don’t want to lose. Yet, one can never acquire something without losing something.

The old town (the area of Chkalova Street and the surrounding neighborhoods) is small, low. Two-story houses built by German prisoners of war. Yellow, orange, beige, green... In the sunlight, they sound almost Spanish. Bright reflections and shadows of leaves paint whimsical patterns on the walls, and what seems like decay doesn’t look as sad. The trees are taller than the houses. White linden snow on the paths.

This is our mind that makes it good or bad. What are you lacking? Money? Love? Success? Maybe you have something else - lack of worry of losing money, staying away from bad relationship, being constantly hunted by paparazzi?