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“As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will, he will be sure to repent (Socrates).” In my case — it’s the second, in case of most of my friends — it’s the first, although they have found such good and caring better-halves that I doubt they will ever regret being “chained” by marriage. Continue reading
Some love is just a lie of the heart
The cold remains of what began with a passionate start,
And they may not want it to end,
But it will it’s just a question of when, Continue reading
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I have been thinking over this for so long that I arrived at this.
A few years ago I used to think that peace can be attained and maintained through apathy and indifference. If you act indifferently toward something, then you will achieve peace, but now I am asking myself — can you act indifferently when you are not indifferent? Of course, no. So now I have realized this — the only way to achieve peace is to realize the temporariness of everything around us. Continue reading
The truth is — to a certain extent we are our memories and very often our memories define our approach and attitude to things and people around us. Memories have powerful impact on our day and the more we have and the more we remember the more affected we are by them.
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Memories are like a voice within — the bright ones are like a good word addressed to us that rejoice and make us smile, the dark ones are like a curse that spoil the mood and sometimes it takes longer than just a day to overcome them Continue reading
I have never been good at expressing myself in words. Every time I try to put my ideas into words that will form a sentence and make me understandable for the rest, my mind seems to be unable to perform that task and not being able to find the proper words from the large net of my mind I end up appearing a stupid and silly person in the eyes of people Continue reading
A small world in this big world — a world which two people create and where two people act as guards and guardians until their chickabiddies are old enough to open the gates of that world and start their own. That beautiful world is the family.
Time and again I have said that I am a most lucky person who has been raised in a wonderful family, which perhaps has not been able to provide every piece of the material aspect, meaning for example, a two-wheel bicycle (although I had a three-wheel one :)) or roller skates, mainly accounted by the hard times Armenia was going through after it gained independence, but they gave me the first and foremost thing I needed as a child — love. And as the wise know, where there is love, there are lots of other things as well, including care, respect, lots of games, smiles, etc.
Would I ever want to have another mom or another dad? Would I ever want to be raised in a different family Continue reading
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It was Valentine today and although as far as I remember me, I have celebrated this holiday only once in my life and presently, it is at bay from me and has nothing to do with me, I love seeing people happy, loving, caring and bouncing.
The picture created by the couples in the streets is so great. As they say, you are never old to love, so by couples I never try to imply only the young. There is something magical in seeing elderly people walking hand in hand with a rose and smiles.
Love is beautiful and it’s even more beautiful when it’s expressed in letters. Let’s see what feelings the love letters and poems of famous people convey. Continue reading
When I was born I was given my last name and it’s the last name that will be carved out on my gravestone one day.
I am usually open to opinions and I stand ready to know what other people have to say. However, I hate it when somebody tells you something in an attempt to impose it on you. The last name-surname topic is one of them.
I “inherited” my dad’s last name within the first hour of my life. Since then, this last name has been accompanying my name every day and at every second of my life. My creation was due to three “forces” — God, my mom and dad. Each of them has made separarte gifts for me — God has given me life, my mom has given me the opportunity to live that life and the very first gift I got from my dad was my last name. Continue reading
If you are reading this, then you must have some good cause for it and if the cause is that the content of this post refers to you too, then I am very sorry for your bitter experience and let me give you a hug for a better future once you give up on a certain person a.k.a. your love.
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Being in a stormy relationship and still choosing to remain by his side, I did not spare me, including my life. One day one of his friends asked me “when are you going to marry?” I said “we are not going,” she said “why?” I said because he is not mature enough to know what a family is and what it is to be a man, a husband and a father. Continue reading
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People like me do not spend their time in front of mirrors waiting for the mirror to announce the final verdict “you are beautiful now.” I strongly believe that every person is beautiful and the time spent in front of a mirror detecting our flaws and acne is just a time wasted. It would be so much the better if people spent that time detecting and correcting their inner flaws, flaws which might make them the ugliest even if they have the most attractive countenance…
However, yesterday just before taking a shower I looked at myself in the mirror, and when I was about to turn I saw it — I saw that completely white hair, the “caña” as the Spanish would call, and it Continue reading
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