From a life ..... how to find your flock

 
"You know" your people instantly - they do not need to get used to and learn for a long time to fall in love. You feel "your" immediately, like heartache, and it does not matter where or how this meeting happens. 

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You suddenly realize that you are of the same blood, and you can share your bread with a stranger, and you can share your fight with him, and if you ever become enemies, it will be an honor, not a trouble.

In the column "about myself" I often write: closed corporate parties, the entrance is strictly by invitation. It seems to me that the phrase "this private party" explains a lot. You can write about yourself a lot of personal, but in the end it turns out that it's not personal at all, it's the most that is common and universal, just do not talk about it out loud, and when you suddenly touch on this topic, the elementary recognition effect works. It's like having a good laugh at yourself - just crying over yourself, you know? 

I really love people who will never call me at three o'clock in the morning and will not ask to take me in a taxi. I really appreciate those who never ask such a request. Because I know: my pack does not spend money in taverns when it's bad for them - they go into the hall or run five kilometers more, and more often - just do something with things that have made them bad, but certainly do not sit and do not whine about what all around are assholes and mercantile bitches. 

By faith it is given, you understand? By your faith, by the one inside you. Do not be afraid to grow strength in yourself, do not think that this will make you a man. On the contrary - you should always have enough of your own resources to be able in difficult times, if you have to, stand for two, and not fight in hysteria "you're a man, you and understand." 

Well, because the family is not about "you and I", but about "we", every day about "we" - on holidays, weekends and without dinner. 

While you both know why you go hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, no blizzard is terrible, no sorrow. Always try to be the best version of yourself, not for strangers, not for outsiders, not for "very serious, very influential" people, but for each other. Because the one whom you chose not even in your pack, but in your hole, whom you let into your House, who trusted so much to sleep next to you to sleep on your back with arms outstretched, is the most important for you. And that's why the best thing in itself, the sweetest thing is to drag it to him, because it's about the family and about the house, about your family and about the house, and not about the market square and the street, you understand? 

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 It does not matter how much you marry the second time, no matter how much you marry first. It really matters only one thing - for whom, because this choice will determine what you will feel all the rest of the time. 

For it is with this person you are sick, build a house, lose and find work, experience ups and downs, sing, drink and cry, grow old and raise children. You with him, in the end, not only to kiss, but also to bury their parents. And not only you with him, but with him - with you. Do you feel the responsibility? Do you realize how much more serious and deeper than talking about coffee?

Do not give up and look until you feel it withers. As well as "their" people. 

They are the support. The most disparate points of coordinates, according to which you confidently build your schedule. These are people with whom it is safe, with which you can be naked, be drunk, who want to kiss with tenderness in the top of the head and hug. They will not check you for strength, loyalty, loyalty, will not consider you a God and even in your thoughts never let fall. They know that you are ordinary, very, in fact, ordinary and simple, and it hurts you there and just as it hurts and where it hurts everyone. And so they will take care of you, just as you will be saving them: "If it is necessary - say, I will come" - "It is very necessary, but this is not the edge". 

The flock is not a family - you choose it yourself. And very often - she chooses you herself. Because you grow into that circle of people whose heart rhythm coincides with your own. And you do not need to say much and long to understand: you will definitely be comfortable with each other. 

 
Because he, this other, he's like you. 

 ... just not you.