I think that a person should not sit idly by, he should have a job, a hobby or even a phobia so that his life can be colorful. If he can't do anything, he should take a pen and write down what he wants to do. Well, there's no more pen.
Still, one must write what they want to do, what they cannot do, even what they love, dislike, hate! Otherwise, people will crack! It literally cracks in the middle.
For example me: After retiring, there is nothing left for me to avoid falling into a void and becoming depressed. Does the thing called depression always find the unemployed? Do people fall into that bottomless well of their own accord? Maybe right, maybe wrong, but they certainly have their share in this. No one can be taken to a place unless they want to, and if they are taken, it will be bullying. Bully people often deal with cowardly people. They are confident that they will have enough. Even if their power is strong, it is nothing but brute force. If a person is wise, he knows how to overcome every difficulty with his mind. Aren't today's wars also made with these invisible forces? Cannon, rifle is very old! Son throws the gas bomb, spreading all living things to the ground like grapes. Don't stop, I'm strong!
No no! Brute force no longer works. Bitch wrestling people. Gossip starts as soon as someone turns his back on the stuffed lamb with liver. No one has any more trust in anyone, the pattern of friendship will bring God. Once we have fallen into the world of interests, there is no way out!
Really, I was going to write something, but what?
Today is Saturday. The page I open to write something shines brightly in front of me. When I can't think of anything to write, I smile at him. Maybe he will smile at me and become friends, we will write good stories and novels together. Otherwise, who else will understand us?
In the two-door inn called world, people enter through one door and exit through the other. This is the time between going in and out is called life.
Ah! That life. We don't notice it passing like a silent airplane, but we only see its smoke after passing. However, if we look at both sides as we pass, we will see many details, maybe we will live the moment. Since we always focus on the future, we skip this day without experiencing it, and then we regret the smoke that remains behind us. What memories are hidden in that smoke.
Just yesterday, I remembered that day when I saw my shadow on the door as I was walking towards the room with the cherry plate in my hand. It would be more appropriate if I said I remembered him. When I was a little kid, I used to have nice conversations with him every evening and then lay in my bed. While he thought I was asleep, I would focus on his shadow wandering on the glass of the door and watch him squirm in pain under my duvet. This must be what they call psychological pain. While he was in physical pain, I was in psychological pain.
The next day I would pretend I didn't know about their pain. However, I was very curious about the cause of their pain.
Days chased weeks agonizingly. He got up early one morning and left. He kissed me before I left. It hurt so much, but I still couldn't ask what's wrong. Even today I haven't figured out why I didn't ask. I just wanted him to not know that I knew he was suffering, and not be sad that I was hurt. I had no other explanation for it.
Exactly a week after he left, that dark news came on the wing of a black bird. My mother cried. I cried too. I cried for days. I waited for the van he went to in the garage every day. I waited until the last passenger got off. I was hoping that the future would not leave me orphaned in this big world.
Neither he came nor I could tell him that I knew his pain.
I wanted so badly to say, 'What's wrong, Dad?'
Look, today passed without you.
Longing,Love,,
Love turned into tears all together.
I'm no different from the clouds, believe me, why?
If it is rain pouring from the clouds,
With the love in my eyes
The only difference between rain,
rain paths,
My tears wet my cheeks and my pillow.
I finished my daily wish this morning and poured the last water into the sink. May God bless all my paths.
Did you wonder about my wish? Don't be bored, come on, what's the problem with this wish water.
Let me tell you right away without leaving you wondering too much. Sir, we fill a glass glass with water and put a teaspoon of salt and a teaspoon of apple cider vinegar in it and rub it under our bed. While driving, you say, "I wish, wish, wish that all negative energies, heaviness, and evil eyes would be filled with this water."
So that's what I said.
I wonder if I was this, that's what I was, but no.
Before I got to know you, when I was a hit man,
I never thought I would cry for a woman.
I wonder what changed me so much,
Is it you, your heart or
Your love for me
To me, you were the one who changed me, sweetheart YOU
I don't remember ever being so attached to anyone in my life.
because I am not connected.
You know, there was a promise you made to me.
Some feelings are too big to express.
You're right about that, honey, you're right.
'Cause this heart, this body,
This soul cannot express its love for you.
Also, I put the water in a glass bowl because the glass glass did not go under the bed. I hope it will be my wish. After all, that's glass, that's glass. That doesn't end there, of course. The next morning, as soon as you get out of bed, the first thing to do is to pour that water out from under the bed and pour it into the sink. Of course, it is necessary to say something while pouring. You say, 'I wish, wish, wish that all my paths would be opened'.
I applied it to the letter. I hope all the weights on me will go away, the evil eyes will go away, the negative energies will turn into positive.
