Each of us has our own room, but I will describe mine ...
In the middle, I see an old leather chair, on which I like to sit with my legs tucked in and think. The dim light does not irritate the eyes. Instead of the annoying knock of the clock, the steady beat of my heart. There is a single window to the right of the chair.
I love looking into it. There, behind him are pine trees, like the border between my world and vanity, work, hours, days, years. ...

To the right of the window are shelves with books ...
These are the books "feelings", "emotions", "thoughts".
Sometimes, when I come here, I notice a mess on one of the shelves. The books are confused and scattered.
And then I put them in their place - I put my feelings, emotions, thoughts in order….

On the left, there are portraits of my loved ones, dear people.
These are living pictures. They can cry, they can laugh.
If I see that one of them has faded, I understand that I need to devote more time, attention, care to this person ... to support him in these difficult moments for him. He needs it ...

There is one interesting figurine on a stand near the door. It consists of tears, ... joy, ... and promises. I can never figure out how it was done.
When I look at her, I always see clear and loving eyes. They always radiate kindness and tenderness.
Her affectionate gaze is directed inside me, into my soul, into my heart. I always love to talk to them .. They will always listen to me and show me the right way….
I call this figurine love.
Every time I leave the room, my gaze meets a ray of tenderness streaming from the depths of these loving eyes.

At different periods of my life, either often or rarely, I am in this room of mine ... here I find myself, understand my actions, organize my thoughts ... I understand how interesting it is to live ...