Why did those who did not go to bed to save energy survive in besieged Leningrad?

Movement is life.. You may have heard that phrase several times. Although it seems quite literal, it makes more sense than it seems. It's not so much about physiology, it's about what's going on in our heads. If we recall the tragic siege of Leningrad, those who decided to “save resources” were the first to lose in these difficult conditions.



People left as soon as they "lie down." Even if they thought they would save precious energy. On the contrary, those who remained in the movement, who to the last fiddled with books, searched for firewood, dragged water from the river, managed to hold out. Why compare, you might ask? That's also true, but we're in the newsroom. "Site" We decided that in modern reality, goal-setting can be difficult.

The mother of one of our friends built her entire life activity on bringing her son “into people.” She worked at all available jobs, always saved, did lessons with her son, dragged around in circles, learned at the institute and was able to scrape together, though not for a magnificent, but a wedding. And then she fell off her feet.



It went around: back, pressure, some old hernia and all that. It was probably a whole year in this inactivity until my mother got to some psychology seminar. My son helped me and made me go. He had tried his best to help before.

There was a conversation with a specialist. My mother was asked what she lived for. To answer this question was difficult, and just at the same time. The son grew up, now raising his children, and she was left without a goal. Stopped, got old fast. The psychologist asked her to remember what else she wanted to do.



Then my mother remembered that while still pregnant she bought several watercolors and was going to do creative work. "That's it!" the psychologist hinted. And you know what? Mom's already selling all her watercolors. And not just watercolors. I recently ordered an office from her. ten pictures. Wow!

Movement is life

I remember my grandmother. Until the last day, she had the idea of fixing all of us properly. No matter how she felt, she always went to the kitchen and cooked. In recent years Her hands were already not listening to her, but she still persistently scraped the potatoes. She also loved flowers and books. She could reread her beloved Yesenin and wonder if it would be fluxes or nasturtium.

In fact, there are many such stories. Women who lost their husbands at about the same time and started a successful business. A pensioner who sold all his property bought a yacht and set off to travel. And so on and so forth. None of them are going to hurt their presence.



Perhaps that is why we look at these people and admire them. Because they are able to take any given, rebuild and reformat their lives. Or at least stay focused and cheerful. Perhaps that is why they all live so happily ever after.

This is what we mean when we talk about life and movement. She can't stand stopping and we always have to pull ourselves together. Let it be. madnessIt’s hard to accomplish, but who says dreams don’t come true? Winter in Bali? Learn English? Make your own movie? Which of these seems unattainable to you?



Movement is life.. That's what my grandmother used to say when she could barely move a walker. What a wonderful invention! I'd be lying in front of the TV and dry. Read our article on what Andre Maurois wrote about old age. Thank you for staying with us!