Don’t Give up on the Ones You Love

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I had decided for sure that melancholy would never squeeze my heart again,,, I broke my own promise. It keeps on squeezing over and over again. I don’t know what this is, pain that I let him go, fear I will never see him again or something else. Or maybe I am just a less than a half person without him. They say the spaces between our fingers are created to be filled by someone else’s. How much I wish it were only a matter of finger spaces… It’s my soul and my heart that bear those spaces and they need him to be complete. This is awful and I feel it’s stronger than me, it’s stronger than every principle. You know about all his good and worst points but you still know that it’s him. And I need him so…

They say that once people were a whole and they didn’t need any mate. But then one day Greek Goddess Aphrodite divided every person into two and since those ancient and forgotten times people have been looking for their halves.

He and She, or Maybe They?

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Just another “love story” that began quite unexpected for two people who were not looking for each other, or maybe they were? I don’t know but those were two fools who had forgotten that building something on a basis, which is not firm is the same as not building at all or living in a world of illusions, which will sooner or later get dispersed in the endless universe leaving only desperation, pain, sorrow  with, of course, everything good they had gone through. Though what they will later remember about each other is yet unknown, but the current status of one of them is that of a broken-hearted.

In Yerevan Zoo

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A visit to Yerevan Zoo was kind of a pre-birthday gift for me made by one of my friends, Larisa. We spent great time there, although she was apparently very much annoyed and even bored with my continuous and never ceasing moments of excitement and wows. That’s where I was most close to the nature and wildlife, although my views on keeping animals in such small cages, and on the whole, cutting them from nature and locking somewhere are still to be discussed, but not now and not today.

Two things about the zoo; first you have to pay 500 Dram (it makes 500 Dram for adults, and below 500 Dram, if I am not mistaken 250 Dram for kids) for the entrance and second, make sure you have some cabbage and carrot with you. The food can be bought in the zoo, but why spend extra money (400 Dram) on a small amount when you can buy much more from the shops, and feed more animals.

Dear Mike… Reagan’s Strikingly Honest Letter to His Son

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Was recently looking for some really good stuff to read and came across US President Ronald Reagan’s letter sent to his son in 1971 several days before his marriage. This is a must read for all those people who are planning to get married and those who already are, at least I am inclined to think so. Read this smart person’s marital advice to his son and draw your own conclusions, hopefully, you will like it and learn as much as I did.

“Dear Mike:

Enclosed is the item I mentioned (with which goes a torn up IOU). I could stop here but I won’t.

You’ve heard all the jokes that have been rousted around by all the “unhappy marrieds” and cynics. Now, in case no one has suggested it, there is another viewpoint. You have entered into the most meaningful relationship there is in all human life. It can be whatever you decide to make it.

Raped Every Other Day…

She was born a great many years ago. The beauty she had can’t be described; she looked heavenly beautiful. She was the undeniable embodiment of kindness and love. She never hurt anyone, only gave people whatever she could to make them happy, she fed them, provided shelter, gave them warmth and loved them. She cared for the nature and the wildlife,

Live FOREVER? Why?

What’s the most beautiful thing you have? Your sight, your hair, your body, the trees around you or the wildlife? I say the life, as you’d never enjoy all that without your life. I am talking about the life each of us has been granted not due to our parents but by external powers, call those powers however you want, I call them God.

But the point is not in this. I wonder how many of us really care about it? Do we truly appreciate what we have? No! Not even me. I love my life as much as I hate it. Seems like a certain balance is formed and it keeps me moving, but things should not be like this. I am an ungrateful person just like every one of you, I can’t say anything for you, but I am ashamed of myself for that.