the inside out

I once went into the house, I thought I'll turn on the computer now, but there was no electricity. And I was in total darkness. Lay down somehow in the dark, turn off all the gadgets and ask yourself this question: who are you and how do you live?

Why do we live? For many years I did not answer this question - ran past. Was high, drank, smoked, said: "I'm the main". And the real meaning of life is to love. It means sacrificing, and sacrificing is giving. The scheme is the simplest.

Love is not a feeling, but a virtue. Do not blaze African passion for the old woman, when you give her a place in the subway - you just need to do it. To love is to do, and to do is to give, and to give is not superfluous, but from yourself: your time, money, at the highest point - life.

In the world, nothing is more important than the relationship between people. We live in the city, and it seems to us that the work, the material part, the success ... is very important ... "Success" is from the word "make it". And here we run, we run - and we run past the important one, past people's faces ...

Sit down write a good poem if you are a poet. Sit down write a good article if you are a journalist. Find good, honest, clean, in order to make a small sliver of light in this horror. You can always. At work, are all the details dragging? Do not drag, today at least. Do you smoke seven shoals a day? Smoke today five. This will also be Christianity. Movement, feat. So everywhere, always, everywhere, constantly. Always a little bit in the plus to be. A little better, a little better - every day. And begins what? Into the habit of entering. In man everything is a habit.
"The habit is given to us from above, it is a substitute for happiness". It is the habit of doing good. By the end of life, to become a normal person. That's the whole problem. That with you all was good, calm, simple, clear, not confused, without these questions.