About Finding Yourself And The Meaning Of Life

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

I love it very much when I come across light therapeutic stories about life, about the meaning, about how everything works in this world. I suggest reading such a pleasant and nostalgic creation by Irina Skrabtsova.

At first you are born and you don't care. The bottom is dry and great! The folds are symmetrical, mom is next to you - wonderful! And you are lying on your own, developing and smelling of milk and some kind of deliciousness. You lie and grow. There are no roots, but you still grow In length, width and even the brain. And everything around is in constant admiration and tenderness. You are the center. There is no one who is better than you and who is better than you. You don't care. You are the center and you are in the center. You are not with you do not compare yourself with anyone, you do not compete with anyone, you don’t worry about anything. You are natural to the tips of your eyelashes. The very spontaneity and relaxedness. The very purity. There is no cleaner. Only God is purer.

Time passes … You grow. Much more! And in length and breadth, and even the brain. They send you to the kindergarten. And there Masha, Petka and Kirill. And even Zakhar and Vasilisa. BUT! And Milan! Without Milana, now the kindergarten is not a kindergarten, but so … flash mob Nastya and Sonya. But not the point. So, once you find yourself in the kindergarten, you also don't understand anything at first. Some people … regime … casserole … Sometimes matinees and they say to you: "Sing!" And you sing. Trying! You are a little shy. And scary. Not much fun, but they said "sing!" And you are obedient. You have already learned to be obedient, you care. And the priest has long been dry. And mom is at work. And it smells like runaway milk. Eat. I wanted to paint.

Also, in the kindergarten, you understand that there is a school. And you start to want to go there very, very much! As if this is not a school, but Disneyland. You still don’t understand anything, but you already want to. Because you believe. You are still very gullible. They tell you and you believe. Everything! That the Earth is round, the water is wet, the people are good, and the school is wonderful. Only adults go there! And you start to desperately want to become an adult, but you still don't understand what it is to be an adult. It's just that everyone says it's great, and you believe.

And bam - the first bell. You are in a bow and goosebumps. And the stomach tickles. Even in the evening it tickled … and all night, and in the morning … and now it is especially strong. You are very beautiful and scary grown up. You get a little nervous and the bow is sticky. All are built on a ruler and gladioli and high school students stick out from the crowd. The first graders are not visible, but the air is saturated with their nervous joy and rain. This is their day today. They became adults today. You stand and suddenly you want to go home. But you can't. Bow! And gladioli …

There are many years ahead when you will be terribly proud of being a schoolgirl. Especially if a pioneer! You go and your jacket is wide open. For everyone to see! You're in shape! And with a tie! And the snot froze in the cold … But it doesn't matter at all. You're an adult!

Another most important distinguishing feature of an adult is the absence of a hat. You think so. And you take it off as soon as you turn the corner. Right here! In shame you pull off and expose the top of your head to the icy wind and wet snow. And the tie flutters and beautifully sets off the blue lips. And everyone looks at you and thinks: “What an adult fool! 16 years, no less!"

Somewhere from the 9th grade, you begin to dream of growing up even more - to become a student! Do you think that well, where is it already grown up ?? The last level in dreams! Everything. Then old age. It seems that the whole world will immediately collapse at your feet. All! And love will happen right away. Happy, long and mutual. And the clothes … And the scholarship … And the wine … And no one, no one will tell you anything. And he won't even say about the hat! At least go naked. And you look at the graduates as if they were not people, but gods. They are so serious and important that it's scary to even walk by. Got puffed up from adulthood and smoke on the school porch. No hats, of course. And no jackets. It's good that you also took it off in advance and unbuttoned it! Otherwise, it would be a terrible shame … You walk through the smoke, lower your eyes and drill the porch with them. Because there is HE! Zhenya from 11 A … Your love forever! But you're afraid to even look at him. He's an adult! And you are two years younger than him … a youngster. And in the stomach goosebumps and butterflies beat to death. And if he suddenly came up to you, then you would immediately die of fear along with the butterflies. Soooo scary! And Love is so strong! Lord, I would sooner 11th grade. And you don't even notice the first graders. And you have not looked at them condescendingly for a long time. So … the children rush to the canteen … And you walk slowly and importantly. But! If you are in the 9th grade, then at the 8th you look high. Sooo high! A whole year of difference! The chasm between you! You are already over there, and they … Youngsters, in a word.

And then, bam - and the last call. And goose bumps again. You have almost stepped on the tail of a dream! Already pressed firmly on her with the heel of her graduation patent shoe. Inside you, everything lurked and quieted down. It seems that happiness is it! You can touch directly. It’s even clear how it smells. And you close your eyes and breathe in invisible air and paint thousands of pictures in your head. You dream like an obsessive, and then you open them and teach! You learn! You learn! You learn! Lord, how tired of that …

And then the first course and the first lecture. A bunch of people and all without gladioli. And some are even wearing hats. A little lost, but very responsible. How! Such maturity collapsed sharply. Students! Schoolchildren are generally children … But students are yeah! Very serious people. The girls are so smart, as if this is not a lecture, but someone's birthday. Everything is very well chosen: both makeup and hairstyle. Necessarily! To build it, you need to get up an hour earlier. And everyone gets up. Adults. And adults are always with hairstyles, makeup, very beautiful clothes and very high heels. And you clink-clink them on the ice. Clink-clink. And then kaaak buuuhhh! Right in front of the fifth year student! Thereby! It's a shame how … Shame what … Now he will never fall in love with me. Never! Soooo ugly fell … And click, click further. Clink-clink. Hiding in a scarf a face red from embarrassment.

And then rrraz, and already the fifth course! Life is always in a hurry … Here you are not just an adult. You're like a veteran. Already just by the eyes you can see that she is an adult, so you can button up and put on a hat. Dubak! And when choosing a topic for a diploma, you look at freshmen as if they were children. What green ones … And smart … And very happy. Well, what about you? You are an adult. Get you to work soon.

And then it started … You are no longer growing in length. If only wide and brain. And the students seem like children to you, although a year ago you begged Svetka to give you a summary and trembled in front of the door with a record book. And now you are in a traffic jam … I got up half an hour before leaving, swallowed coffee, daubed my eyelashes with mascara on the go, got into comfortable shoes and rushed into adulthood. And no one cares whether you are wearing a hat or not. You, too. And if you slip and fall, you won't be able to get up laughing for another minute. Your girlfriend Lenka will tear you off the ice and, for some reason, laugh too. And when a person laughs, he immediately weakens. Therefore, Lenka will fall from above, and you will go into the second wave of laughter. And when, finally, you get up and walk on, you will not notice that mascara is smeared on your face, and the priests are white with snow. And this will be your story. You will remember her in the kitchen, over a bottle of wine, at half past three in the morning. And laugh like crazy. Although what's funny? It hurts!

And then suddenly it will turn 30 … And 31, and 32, and even 33! And you understand that you are still such a child. So green. There is so much ahead and so interesting! And all this whistle for the sake of one thing. To understand that you are the center. And you're in the center. That the Earth is round, the water is wet, and the people are good. Not to understand, but to remember.

Fix the bow, girl. Straighten your apron. Shake off the snow from the priests. And smile! And yes, put on a hat, be sure. It's cold!"