The 2017th is already in history. In the past. I have the feeling that everything around has been restarted, that she has started her life from the beginning. Even cats and dogs seem happy.
As if the autumn has not gone. I saw three couples in love at "Vitosha", grandmother and grandfather held their hands and whispered to each other. Skater walked past me with frenzied speed, life continued in the rhythm of the music in my headphones.
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There they are. The new 365 days we have the opportunity to be. Just to be. Without trying unnecessarily. There is not much sense in overwhelming diligence. Good moments come alone. The trick is to be able to appreciate them. Not when we lose them and get late, but on time. We have to create our own reasons for the joy of our relatives. The nearby is the support. Not just relatives. Relatives. Friends.
These days I was pretty much on a table, as you, I guess. Once again I found myself in the old truth: it is not important what you drink, but with whom. The atmosphere is created by people. People are energy. Positive and negative charges. Okay, it's the holidays to collect us. Together. Everyone with their warmth. Everyone with their joy.
The table itself and the conversations around it carry such a cozy feeling, which is followed by nostalgia for a while sitting at your desk in the office and trying to work.
The Christmas atmosphere slowly and slowly melts - they do not give "Home Alone" on TV, Christmas lights on the windows are slowly extinguished, time is coming for a session, there is a school time, there is time for action and you are in the lead role.
I suspect you've long since stopped believing in Santa Claus. In case I'm wrong - noble envy you. Childhood I will always miss. To believe fairy tales, in the deer Rudolph, in Snow White and the seven dwarves, and in the superheroes, who filled me with admiration as a child. I already know what animation is and somehow the magic is lost.
I have not been a child for a long time, and I do not expect anything from the others. I try to make them smile. Let's forget briefly what's wrong and remember what they have and why they might be worth keeping it. Or at least try to love more and less to get hurt. That's why I wrote poetry at the time. I liked the idea of reconciling men with their wives, but not being able to cope with my own. Optimist. Fool.
The sensation of eternal autumn drives the air. In fact, it's only January. And all reality is restarted. Changing the calendar number. We are also changing. However much we say otherwise. We can not stay the same. We only have to try. We only have to risk. Let's fall and be beautiful in the snow and do not care about the cold. Cold is a scam, unlike love - that state of inner height ...
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