“impossible” is just a word

Human relations are not about winning and power. Once you understand that it will save you those torments of the soul that seem very romantic when you’re young but become a source of pure frustration with age. Sitting in a dark room with headphones on the head and a heart filled with anger towards the cruel world outside at the age of 16 is not the same at the age of 35 if not for any other reason but at least because the burden of time is heavier in the latter case (I am 35 or will be in 4 months time). Teenagers can afford not only to feel but also to show their angst-they have their lives ahead to correct those behavioral mistakes that are excusable by their age. A mature person can not rely to receive such a merciful understanding and has to be far more cautious about his social appearance. An EMO teenager is simply a grumpy fool at 35. Society prejudices are unfair but to neglect their existence is unreasonable. Some people decline to obey those unwritten rules because they take it as a compromise and prefer to step over those rules than to lie to themselves. By all means, go and live on a desert island where you can be true to yourself as much as you wish! Human relations ARE about compromises because we all have flaws and the stubbornness to admit you’ve made a mistake is offensive and disrespectful to other people because it clearly says: I’m perfect; you’re not. Thank god, no one is perfect.

I stopped to think over what was the point I tried to make and I figured it out: people should not and can not live because of themselves only. Life is about exchange of mental values and the laws of the market are fully applicable: you have to give in order to receive. And if you don’t receive right away, think of it as of a deposit in a bank: the more you put in, the bigger interest you’ll get in the future. Such a Pharisaic association should work even for the figure-molded brains.

Some people, hopefully not that many, probably see me as a hopeless romantic fool babbling about the Moon and the stars and some mythical universal love, which I (think I) am not. I can clearly tell the difference between reality and dreams and I know that dreams start where reality ends. But the impossibility of a dream is not a reason to quit from reaching for it. The irresistible beauty of the impossible is the never-ending fuel that feeds our perseverance and pushes us to be bigger than who we’re told we could ever be. My (already) favorite writer Andrei Makin has once said in an interview: "Poverty can not justify the lack of spirituality." Boundaries are broken by people who are unaware of their existence.

Yes, I am a hopeless dreamer after all :)