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The most important lesson in life

We spend years of our lives planning ahead or fantasizing about the ‘perfect future’. We invest more energy in dreaming than actually trying to make our dreams come true. And what’s worse, we lose more energy worrying over things that haven’t yet happened or things that had happened long in the past instead of putting our energy into the present moment.

It’s all really simple but we all seem to forget it: life is short and time stops for no one.

When’s the last time you did something just because you felt like doing it? When’s the last time you crossed the boundaries of your comfort zone? When’s the last time you woke up and you felt great to be yourself?

In the long run, none of your mistakes, fears, or dreams would matter as much as what you actually did with your life. It’s not your intentions, but your actions that matter the most. Yes, as simple as that, this is the most valuable lesson in life: do more!

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Да живея значи да греша.

“Това матово стъкло, зад което си мислех, че не мога да проникна, всъщност беше прозрачно като кристал и любовта, която виждах, просто се отразяваше отвътре. Ето това беше моята втора лична катастрофа. Катастрофата, която ме върна обратно в света на хората, и ме накара да си обещая, че повече няма да правя така. Не да не следвам принципите изобщо, или пък да не си създавам свои собствени, не да спра да се съмнявам в хората, или пък да вярвам само на себе си. Никога повече няма да спирам да живея. И ще си позволя да правя грешки, понякога…”

от Ина Карушкова
Inspiration, Quotes

Неясните човешки глъбини.


“Аз бях вдъхновен изследовател на неясните човешки глъбини. Те ме влечаха. Не чуждите – моите собствени. Знаех, че чуждите глъбини не могат да се изследват. Тях човек може да гледа само така – както гледа в дълбок аквариум, през дебело стъкло. Няма достъп до тях. За тях той може да прави само догатки.

из “Лудост“, Калин Терзийски

Inspiration, Quotes

The Dream.

‘If she could find the right outlet, heated thoughts and ideas would gush out like lava, congealing into a steady stream of inventive works she likes of which the world had never seen. People’s eyes would pop wide open at the sudden debut of this Promising Young Writer with a Rare Talent. A photo of her, smiling coolly, would appear in the arts section of the newspaper, and editors would beat a path to her door.
But it never happened that wat. Sumire wrote some works that had a beginning. And some that had an end. But never one that had both a beginning and an end.’

from ‘Sputnik Sweetheart’, Haruki Murakami