@basika 30 December 2021 more from that month

A lot happens in one year, we learn something, we lose something, we know something and we gain something. Sometimes those 365 days are few but in fact the numbers are made up to make the universe work better and fairer. We are constantly in a hurry somewhere, sometimes it is without a goal and focus, mostly lost due to bad people, bad coffee and bad cigars. Cursed is the one above who sends us signs, rebukes us and corrects us when we are wrong. Life is enigmatic in every sense of the word. One should live without expectations, so crazy, worldly, with a soul, so damned in pain and a smile. One should listen to people not only recklessly turn their backs, be sick on duty because when there is no health there is nothing. No friends, no support, no love. When a man stops, he sees that time is actually irreversible, which happens in one year, he stays in that year forever. Whatever it is, disease, happiness, love, birth, death. A written part in the time of one year, 365 days. One should surrender to life, only in this way the struggle ceases to be a struggle. Bad people move away from our immediate vicinity, bad coffee gets better, even if we have to go to another cafe, while we may stop buying cigarettes. seeks happiness, love and joy again. For future days, people, love, victories and for living this magnificent life. For the next 365 days of the year, for new beginnings and successes. Because people are more than time travelers. Time shows us the way, defines our being, being and being itself. At the end of the story, at the end of the year, we replace a cup of coffee with a glass of champagne, thus celebrating ourselves and life. For a moment the world gets better. Mnogo toga se dogodi u jednoj godini, nešto naučimo, nešto izgubimo, spoznamo i dobijemo. Ponekad je tih 365 dana malo ali zapravo brojke su izmišljene kako bi svemir bolje i pravednije funkcionirao. Stalno negdje žurimo, nekada je to bez cilja i fokusa, pretežno izgubljeni zbog loših ljudi, loših kava i loših cigara. Proklet je i onaj gore koji nam šalje znakove, kudi nas i ispravlja kada nismo u pravu. Život je zagonetan u svakom smislu te riječi. Treba živjeti bez očekivanja, onako ludo, svjetski, sa dušom, onako prokleto u boli i osmjehu. Treba slušati ljude ne samo bezobzirno okrenuti leđa, bolesnima biti na dužnosti jer kada nema zdravlja nema ničega. Nema prijatelja, nema potpore, nema ljubavi. Kada stane čovjek vidi kako je zapravo vrijeme nepovratno, što se dogodi u jednoj godini, zauvijek ostane u toj godini. Ma što god to bilo, bolest, sreća, ljubav, rođenje, smrt. Zapisan djelić u vremenu jedne godine, 365 dana.Životu se treba predati, jedino tako borba prestaje biti borba. Loši ljudi se odmaknu iz naše neposredne blizine, loša kava postane bolja, makar morali otići u drugi kafić, dok cigarete možda prestanemo kupovati.I zaista kada prođe godina uvijek nas nekako ostavlja zamišljenima, ali ne s mnogo pitanja, već s onim sjetnim licem koje traži sreću, ljubav i radost iznova. Za buduće dane, ljude, ljubavi, pobjede i za življenje ovog veličanstvenog života.Za idućih 365 dana u godini, za nove početke i uspjehe. Jer što su ljudi negoli putnici u vremenu. Vrijeme nam pokazuje put, definira našu bit, bitak i samo biće. Na kraju priče, za kraj godine šalicu kave zamijenimo sa čašom šampanjca, na taj način slavimo sebe i život. Na trenutak svijet postane bolji.