Morning Coffee

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It's approaching 8:00, on Sunday morning. The city hasn't woken up yet. All you can hear is the howling wind. I'm sitting here, drinking hot, sweet coffee. It's a bit fresh and I want to sleep, but I've gotten used to getting up early in the morning and rarely want to lie down during the day. Sometimes I wonder how important it is what's happening in the world now. Someone said that the world doesn't change. Every new generation tries to change the world. I came up with this refrain for our project: People don't change, the world doesn't change, the attitude changes - towards yourself, people, and the world, and then you'll feel...

 Am I happy? I can say that I am. I have someone to pray for and someone to take care of, and I'm interested in the work I do. But sometimes, it feels like something is missing. My father always said that I wanted too much in my life.

 As a child, I had a dream - I was sitting on the ground and collecting pearls under a lattice fence. There were a lot of pearls. Pearls - to tears. I did not cry only when I was completely alone, when there was emptiness in my heart, there were no feelings at all. Friends say that I need to reawaken feelings, any: joy, anger, fear, surprise. It seems that I succeeded. I began to notice that there are other people around, alive and different, I do not divide people by types and kinds now.

 I want you to support me on this path, and I trust you, as I trust everything: the animals in the forest, my dad, my mom, and my relatives who have done miracles for me.

 Thank you in advance for your understanding and support.

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