How interesting it is, having lived almost to thirty, to understand what I should have understood at fifteen!
For example, that “Life passes, changes colors, sometimes kisses, sometimes takes revenge. Not all sorrow where there is no happiness, not all gold that glitters.” (Excellent words by Katya Gorbovskaya. I will definitely create a website dedicated to this amazing poetess.)
Or suddenly, you begin to understand for yourself what people often speak about, using words that everyone throws around but can never quite agree on what exactly they mean.
Suddenly, you start to understand that there really is such a thing as HAPPINESS. It’s not just getting that tempting candy exactly when you crave it the most. It’s not even getting the very same candy when it’s arrogantly waved in front of your face by a neighbor. It’s not even getting that seductive sweetness after a hundred years of loneliness without it. I won’t say what HAPPINESS means to me. It’s mine. Someday, everyone understands this and stops asking questions. You understand what FAITH is, what REST is. Simple words, aren’t they? The Ozhogov Dictionary gives more than one definition of these “lexical units of the Russian language.” However, there is never any identical understanding of what any concept means.
The world is beautiful because it consists of billions of diverse worlds, each created by each one of us. The world is a unified whole of small galaxies. And there are as many of them as there are people on this planet. “A word has no exact meaning: after all, language is just an Echo of the World.” The Echo of the world. That’s why words aren’t necessary. It’s enough to trust what’s in the heart. Only the heart sees.
Still, it’s interesting, having lived almost to thirty, experienced my first love, and then more, been married, and been confident that I knew what LOVE was, to unexpectedly finally understand what it truly is…