Touch ...

It is interesting how people come and go ... come, stay for a while and go ... come, stay for a long time and go ...

This article I was thinking of writing a long time ago. No ... I'm sure I have a draft somewhere, but I can not find it. I wondered if I was writing it at all, but from that moment on until now, enough people came to come and go each differently ... each in the same way.

It's strange how you share your life for years with a friend with whom your paths are separated without saying anything, and years later you look at the same person, but nothing more associates you, yet you vaguely feel that everything is left intact.

It's strange how you trust someone to be your friend, but he prefers to play a little with your brain and then change his part of history and disappear. It's strange how something breaks and gets rid of you. It's strange how something breaks and you get rid of them.

What about that look? That look that says "I know everything about you, and you know everything about me," which appears in unexpected moments of elemental things. It flashes accidentally and goes out ... maybe not so accidentally. There ... in those very light browns, in those blue-golden ones, in those colorful ones, in those browns, in those ... I know what kind of eyes.

The color, the shape, the depth ... these are just additions that change the sensation a little, but they again keep it the same. Sometimes it's louder, sometimes you think it's there for a moment, but you're wrong. Sometimes he returns. Sometimes the old joke, repeated again, returns the moment of understanding for a moment. Sometimes ...

What about the words? They are always different ... Actually ... they are not always different, but they pierce each other differently, so never prepared for it, although sometimes you have the vague feeling that this has happened before.

The words, I think, come to us when we call them. Without words. You know ... right now there is just one word that touches you just ... No, I'm not talking about "I love you". I'm not talking about stories between those two looking at each other with a desire to kiss. I'm talking about any revelation we've ever done. Every Touch.

The frightened look of a person you know from a child who does not know exactly where he is going and what he is about, but he tries to smile at you for goodbye. The look of the man you admired and the steps you stepped on, but somehow you deviated from them. The look, the look, the look ... Is everything in it? Children tell us, "I know your eyes." Is everything there? Whatever...

The longer you pass and the more people you meet, you realize they come, touch and go. Gradually, you start to measure time in humans, not in years. Some come and go, while others are still there, and others ... you can not even say when they came or how long they've been at all - you feel it like years but days or you spend Several years like days.

None of this matters. Your brain sorts them up somehow, and what you need to "forgive" forgets ... sometimes so helpful that you have to repeat the same nonsense until you react differently (I'm not even talking about the right way ... just about Different).

It only matters that they come, touch and goes. Coming, they change with your everyday life. They allow you to talk to someone or hear someone else's opinion, which is either interestingly different or quite similar to yours but built in another way.

By touching them, they allow you to yourself and you do the same. Influence each other. Sometimes they love you ... they do not all love it. They change you. Actually, it's the touch - they hold you to the shoulders and they turn away sometimes less, sometimes more. I can not say it depends on time. Maybe it depends on the value of the touch.

Going, they let you do it alone. Once you have somehow changed your direction, they let you go on by yourself to keep it or change it in your own way. I would also say "or go back," but it does not really exist as an option. Even if it is, it is somehow ... a fake backward.

You're never the same again.

If you get here and understand this metaphor with the "touch", there is only one conclusion of the story of meeting, touching and passing - grateful. You may be hurt, you may be confused, you may be afraid, but you are grateful.

You are grateful that all this has happened to you. You are grateful because you felt comprehended and shared even though it was over. You are grateful because the change in you has occurred, and thus you have arranged another piece of the puzzle called life.

Are not you grateful, so we are not talking about the same thing. Are not you grateful the words were empty, and the looks deceitful. Not that they can not be deceived ... Sometimes you are fitting with a worldview for just a second and then whatever you say the message you both put in does not reach the other.

So ... it's tough with friends, it's tough with ties, it's tough with natives ... Some people say that only relatives stay the same, so we have to stick to them. I do nt believe this. It's much more complicated than "Stay the same" or "Change." It is hard...

But somewhere in the buzzer of lies, parasites, symbiosis, nervousness, feeling injuries there are real things ... some of them are all these mischievous things among others. Some of them are worth ... Be thankful for this.

See you soon - Kalinka