@basika 18 March 2022 more from that month

They say that over the years you get used to suffering, you get stronger, you are not as sensitive as before to the relentless showers of life. But as I get older, every slap hurts deeper, more intensely, harder, and for every recovery I cling convulsively like a drowning man on a raft after endless hours of floating. It's as if my resilience is weakening, and my soul wants to say - Hey, life is fine, I understand, just a little discount. Because whatever abilities she is armed with - life still remains life. It still hurts. He still serves you dishes that you don't really like and you would like to avoid them. But it doesn't work that way. Without pain there is no progress, no growth. Worn out phrase, but true. I remember a time when I was a child. I remember to some extent my thoughts, my child's attitude towards life, my belief in the magic of existence, my feelings of excitement - because when I grow up I can do anything, the world is just waiting for me. That feeling was present even when I was unhappy and sad because I believed deeply in the magic of life and the occasional bad event didn’t have the power to overshadow that belief of mine. Have a nice day everyone