We have to live by the sea, mom



Website publishes the story of one of the most popular contemporary poets Faith skid. Millions of readers send each other of its work on the Internet, the same comes to listen live to skid, and applicants read her poems on exams theater schools. And she just said that we must live by the sea. If only the seas at all enough.

- What else to tell you?

We have to live by the sea, Mom, you have to do like that, and if possible keep things simple; It's only a matter of choice, my mother: for months devour themselves for what is done, is missing and wasted - or decide that the rest of life just enough for it to do everything, and set to work; Century saw his neighbor for what he stupid clumsy jerk - or begin to praise for small dostizhenitsa and pobedki that it bloomed and felt his own necessity - once you're still with him, and love him, why spoil the blood of him and myself?
Says "of course, you leave me," and exclaim triumphantly, "because I knew it!" When the throw - or not to think about it all, to enjoy the fact of the existence together, do together stupidity and opening and eat away at your favorite person a hole on about what happens or does not happen?

Always say, "I can not", "stupid even start" - or once spit on everything and try? And even if it does not - to invent another way and try again?

Treat anyone like you, obviously asshole and a sadist, folding his arms, sarcastic, grin, saying "persuade me" - or a time to give up and say, "Listen, I'm terrified of how much power you have over me, you stunning, I'm scared, let's talk »?

Be always rested rules, says Allen, and all in two moves make it clear who's boss - and stay up in solitude, in an embrace with his idiotic rightness - or once swallow the pride, come to tolerate the first to say, "I'm ready You listen, tell me what's going on? " Since you're still thinking about it all day long?

Be proud and bypassed destiny, No-Me-Not-Loves-2009 - or take a deep breath and ask for help when needed - and get the help that the most incredible thing? Hate years for the way you were treated unfairly - or just because it hurts you once call and ask the calmest of voices, "Listen, I can not understand why»?

Twenty years grieve lost love - or to collect will in a fist, afford to trust again, to open, build relationships and be happy? The second is much more valor, in my opinion, than the first, for the first requires no mental effort.

Read an abomination to himself and upset for a week - or shrug and think how truly sorry you had written?

To suffer and to assume that the world is a cheesy joke Architect Dies, poking his scars in the Order, sad irony about the hopelessness of his position - or have started to recognize myself in that delicious - tasty, warm - warm, beautiful - makes eyes rejoice good - smiling, generous - ready to share, but not all together mockery of heaven, another way to humiliate you?

... My God, it's so easy, Mom, this is the intoxicating feeling of omnipotence - do not understand why this is not all that obvious to me; everything is simply a matter of choice, not more than that; there are no assignments, predefined, inaccessible peaks; thyself a nail in his shoe and a bad omen; did you choose to be miserable, worthless and lonely - or happy and fit, none of you have not decided, no one can decide for you if you are against.

If you are more comfortable to think so, to do nothing - live the way he lived, but did not dare to complain of circumstances - in a world where people conquer Everest, recorded multi-platinum discs and take siege of the most inaccessible beauties, being nameless bespectacled clerks - you have no right to speak if something is impossible, even in theory.

Yes, you need to have the will - you just choose something and to be faithful to the end of their choice; just that. Universe flexible and sensitive material from it can dazzle even the Piazza Mattei, though the area Solntsevo - you're the one who has to choose what to sculpt.

I thought that it with any material things work, not people; want the money - will glory - will collapse, travel - just appoint the route; but the events of recent weeks show Mom that with people the same story, whether they are three cold rocks, prickly stars - just stop counting their prickly stars and once speak as to himself, alive, warm and terrified - that'd be surprised how everything will change, convert, Mom ...



Author: Vera Polozkova



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