I just wanted to share a little bit of my last letter from a beautiful and amazing woman. She is one more reason I am still searching,one more reason I have not given up.........I wonder why, as our years pass, we notice less wonderful things
around? :-(.
You know, that fact that we live is already happiness! To see a sunrise
every day, to see dear and close people by your side, what can be
better? How to measure, how to define whether a person is happy or not? I'm
very sorry for those people who, in their money rush, forget that every
experienced day already passed, and any money can't return that
sunrise, that day… Yes, there will be other days, but that one can't be
returned! Maybe some circumstances prevent us from feeling liberation in
soul, liberation in thoughts and actions?
You know, I believe that everyone in his/her soul has a little child,
mischievous, jovial, happy, believing in fairy-tales one. Able to run
barefoot in a rain during sunshine, able to wallow in falling golden
leaves, able to play snowballs - and to shout with delight, riding rides.
We are alive, we are happy, we believe in wonderful future and love,
isn't it really amazing? :-)
I believe in people--period. It is enough to say that when we stop believing,we deny ourselves of simple human pleasure. To live in a world of paranoia is to deny yourself of the small miracles in life. Sometimes we will be burned over and over again,but the prospect of giving up is not part of my vocabulary or belief system. We will repeatedly leave ourselves open and vulnerable to heartbreak--but this is part of the reality of love and relationships of any kind. This applies to men or women-friends or family--even the work you do may not seem adequate or reciprocal in its` attentions. And even if she was homesick--who isn`t that lives in a place not their own? I am homesick always for Montana. But as the saying goes--home is where the heart is. Love is a country all by itself,and I still believe it is bigger than life itself! Let me say one more thing. Being ripped-off is also part of life that is rarely avoided. Somebody broke out the side window of my truck to steal my angle drill. My old boss ripped me off about 400 dollars on my pay. My brother ripped off my truck and gave it away. Nobody is guaranteed anything in life. I am not so naive that I take anything for granted,but not so pessimistic that I will just roll over with my ass in the air and say--oh please somebody do not frig me--you are going to anyway! What is your angle,Vanechka? Why are you here? To be hurt and ripped-off? To spread your message of joy and faith in the human race? I hope you will have something more informative to pass on to me. I am not a child,and have run the gamut of experience in earthly matters--hence my pen name.