Posts in Thoughts

If you have no money, you might as well assume your money is made of burdock leaves, or pancake flour, or potato tiles. There’s no money either way — so any assumption is equally valid.

Why did this thought come to my mind? What does it want to tell me? Illness is a time given to make conclusions. By learning from the bad, we become wiser and move forward, higher, and further along the spiral of development.

The point of power is here and now – in our minds. Everyone, including myself, is fully responsible for all the events in their lives, both the best and the worst. Every thought we have literally creates our future. The forces of the universe never judge or criticize us. They accept us as we are. Then they automatically reflect our beliefs.

My friend recently asked me: "What if no one will ever love me…" The topic of love is particularly relevant to me right now. When I received her letter, I was suddenly struck by the answer to it, tears welled up in my eyes.

I became curious if I could still watch You've Got Mail. It turns out, despite the charming Keanu Reeves, the movie, which was once among my favorites and proudly sat on the shelf in my DVD collection, now evokes a nauseating feeling, like after greedily devouring a large greasy butter cake

I had always understood that I was stuck in adolescence, but my "blind spot" didn’t allow me to understand where, when, why, or what exactly was wrong. And then it happened—I understood. And immediately, everything fell into place. Right now, I feel as though I am trying to make up for all the years I didn’t live as an adult.

For some reason, what bothers me the most is how others perceive me. I really want my actions, the reasons for my actions and words, to be understood.

My state has reached a new, interesting level. Several hours in a semi-sleep state, I observed the mistakes I’ve made in life flashing before my eyes. Not intentionally. Just because that’s who I am – clumsy, crooked, with a psyche warped by childhood traumas…

…she had never met anyone with whom she could compare herself, and therefore could not form a proper opinion of herself. Where ambition is involved, there is no room for sincerity.

Form is a special reaction of matter under pressure. I have never met a woman who was both beautiful and elegant — these are mutually exclusive traits. …I knew the hour of great trial was approaching, the great trial of love… Willpower is not given the right to rule over us.