“ I should be grateful to the knife that’s curing me for being so sharp. ”
It is hard to take the last step, but the hardest thing is to make a choice between the unwillingness to live and the inability to die.
~ Igor Eliseev
They always act this way: push those who are falling.
Hope, tell me how could it be possible that grief and happiness are scattered all over the world so unevenly? Why do some people get all the troubles and misfortunes while the others are intoxicated with the abundance of material belongings, fat bellies and money? Why is there such injustice? Or, maybe, we are mistaken it’s unfair!?
Is it so hard to offer your help and sympathy to somebody in grief? It takes a little to make one step, but, in an inexplicable manner, it stretches into thousands of kilometers. All of us are full of empathy and consolation but always prefer to express it from a distance.
