Love life, love your loved ones! Always love, even when tears of despair fall on the open page of a not entirely successful day ... Life is too short to postpone it until tomorrow.

And the brilliant splash is like delirium,
At birth, death looks askance.
And we all put a tricky answer
And we don't find the right question.

V. Vysotsky

An amazing thing: we come to this wonderful world for a short moment, and we behave as if we are being reborn endlessly: we spend borrowed money, as if we are never going to give what we do.

But you have to!

Some of us do not even have time to see and understand anything, looking at the entertaining landscape of life from the window of a fast train of life, while it flies past the platforms of past years, past flowering fields and endless fields of future events, through fogs, rains and fine days of the present until it is past.

Everything that we saw, felt, learned, read, composed, created, heard what will happen to all this when ...

When will there never be anything for you?

It flashed and disappeared.

Imagine that this, that an escape into the unknown, will happen to us today, now, in a moment, just when ...

And we still haven't had time to do anything, nothing ...

We were just going to do ...

After the birthday of the grandson. Or this spring, when the bird cherry blossoms.

Maybe in five years, when we give our granddaughter in marriage or finish the book.

It doesn't matter when, but it won't happen to us.

We are already gone ...

People who still don't know anything about this will also enjoy enchanting and quite ordinary sunrises, thunderstorms, nightingale singing, warm dew, kissing their beloved.

After all, we always have something to rejoice at, but not today.

You need to wait a bit.

And we are no longer with them, but we are no longer!

Who, instead of us, will tell them about how wonderful life is, read poems that take your breath away, look at beautiful pictures, be enchanted by your favorite melody, say with pleasure “Good morning!”, Thank, confess, rejoice, laugh, cry?

Remember the eyes and hands of those who also did not believe that they would leave forever? We loved them so much.

We forgot to tell them something important, did not have time to confess, to touch them for the last time ...

We were going to do it, we planned and planned so many good things.

But for some reason they postponed it until tomorrow. They wanted to do it, but a little later, and they ...

They, this is about us - took and left.

Forever and ever!

What a terrible, bottomless, hopeless word, walled up in disturbing forebodings.

Think about how many times and when you were truly happy.

Don't you remember?

But there were.

In order to remember this, you need to stop, think, breathe in a breath of fresh air, open your soul wide open ...

And we have no time ...

And they also have no time - those who are now near, who are truly dear to us.

They, those whom we love, have the same thing: funny and sad, terrible and beautiful, a little bit of everything. But you always want exactly what is not.

They do not yet know that we no longer exist, that we never will. That instead of ourselves we left only memories that cannot be touched, felt, pressed.

And surely they left or did not have time either?

We run in the crowd, revel in the anticipation of the future in splendid isolation, we suffer from it, we postpone our main life for later day after day.

We nod to our nearest and dearest as we walk, guiltily hiding our eyes so that they understand that we remember them. But in order not to guess by chance, that only when we ourselves need something from them.

We are in a hurry on urgent matters, which we immediately forget about, because they are not so important, we just want to feel like someone significant. Let not now, a little later - later.

Tenderness will endure, you urgently need to become happy - the rest will wait.

Tomorrow I will definitely say that I love. Exactly!

Nobody hears anyone, because everyone is shouting.

We love and remember, but in a hurry, in passing.

Just don't touch us today - we are tired.

We are tired of a life that we have not even seen yet, because we are only planning to start this wonderful adventure after ...

It doesn't matter that we have forgotten about the most important thing - about being itself, which, in the opinion of philosophers, those who thought about eternal questions, but did not have time to find answers, should determine our consciousness.

Because we never regained consciousness.

There was no time to breathe and there was nothing to breathe, my head was spinning from the tempting opportunities in the future, which never came.

It is not so easy to win in a relay race in which everyone participates, but no one knows why.

No time to think about the little things! We have a goal ...

True, we have already forgotten which one, but it is ... it was ... exactly, it was ...

We will remember her if we try very hard ...

Let's remember a moment before we disintegrate into molecules, atoms, particles ...