“The heart has its own laws, which the mind does not know”. Blaise Pascal said this. My mind often made mistakes, but my heart never. I did not understand that I lived by the subconscious. Maybe Blaise Pascal had in mind the psyche when he meant the heart. The angel has his own way of communicating – he communicates with you through your intuition.
All living things are eager for freedom. And I, too, was alive, and I broke out into the street, to freedom, left work, and now I have nothing to live on. But nothing, apparently, it was my conscious or unconscious choice, but I did it. I was just strangling the office. Decided to be a wanderer without money and without housing.
In the south, very heavy rains. After one of the business meetings, I was lost in an unfamiliar city, I had nowhere to go, and along the way, I asked the casual passer-by on how to get to the nearest metro station. And he bought me milk, and we spent an hour on a bus trip. Of course, I went on the latest achievements of the automotive industry and saw in public transport of different people, from prime ministers to presidents of great countries. But this is not the most important thing. Bus, people, road – we lost touch with spirituality, exchanged romance for material life.
I could afford everything I wanted: expensive restaurants, Italian and French wines. Costly bags made of genuine leather. But I lacked one thing – discovering myself as a person and understanding my destiny.
I was very fond of diamonds. Some stones were lost several times and could not be found. But it would be better if I found myself. How many times did she tell herself that she should always go ahead, and what is even better, run away? It’s a shame when the time is wasted on empty chatter. You can not do it – do not say anything, and if you said so, do it.
My city is with me, and I am with it. My world is with me, but will I live with it? Or die with it? It seems to me that life is like death. One without the other no. Life is like a hotel: you are in it, but you have nothing in it, nothing in it belongs to you, everything is temporary. We all die sooner or later, and then why ask what kind of nation you have? Just enjoy your life and the things that humanity left in it. Next, I do not see the point, I live in my time.
So, we went to eat my favourite pizza with delicious cheese and Italian muscat wine.
Then they took a taxi and drove to the most expensive club in the city to drink a mojito and seize a lemon. They sat, drank wine and admired the views of my beloved city. He treats me like a princess, but… We had an arrangement that in my life for my expenses I am responsible myself.
A girl should not depend on the man who is near. Well, except that at night, if afraid that the window will look at the monsters.
And so we go for walks, go shopping, buy silk handkerchiefs and dresses… Yes, I remember, we went to a silk factory! Now I will tell…
There is a legend that the young Chinese Empress Xi Lin Chi accidentally dropped the cocoon of the caterpillar into the water and discovered that the shiny threads of the envelope can be unwound.
Adels childhood
When she was in sixth grade, she felt like a caterpillar that would never turn into a bubble: she was wearing old shoes, which was more than two sizes, wearing a coat damaged by a moth. But it turns out that life is unpredictable if you try to change yourself. Now she is dressed in expensive boutiques and requires things only from collections of famous designers. And she wears only silk dresses.
Perhaps, recalling her childhood, she now appreciates the human labour and even rice, which is often thrown out in restaurants.
I’m used to silk only and can not do anything about it. And now I’m used to diamonds, I’m just drawn to them. So, in continuation of the fact that the angels exist, yesterday I got 102 bills, but on the contrary, as always, a bottle with number 12 (twelve-year cognac or, perhaps, a whiskey). I do not remember. It does not matter. But it seems that only this number love me. Something in the last days I lost track of time. For me, there is no night and day. After all, the night turns into a day, and he surrenders to the night.
The birthday of the writer, with whose books I communicated in awkward moments, is also December 12.
My favourite is always with me. When I feel good and when it’s terrible. When I alone drink my favourite coffee at Starbucks or when we drink wine with friends. Or when we rush with furious speed on the High Way. I understood why I could only live in this city. He loves me, and I love him.
Again, on December 12, we drank champagne early in the morning. That’s how the morning should begin.
I can not say that I loved more – a man or a city.
We went to a professional massage for $ 100 per hour, and after that, I slept for 2 days. To be honest, I’m just a bit different from a homeless guy who does not have anything, but he’s at least tied to nothing. Nothing disturbs him, he has no responsibility to either the family or the society, he does what he wants. I realised that there was fraud around me. Your branded dress in the store for one and a half, or even three thousand dollars, and the net cost of it from a hundred. The rest – to pay for the pleasure of the owner of the store and the designer of the thing. And if it’s nice to tear up a T-shirt on yourself – here are your designer clothes. And the food in expensive hotels? A kilogram of rice costs less than one dollar, and for how much will they sell you one plate, putting, also, a couple of shrimp? But a person is happy that he can afford to be rich. We are all consumers. Yes, consumers. I’m included! I am a consumer as well! Sometimes I run away from my apartment, so the things in it for some reason press on me. Recently, I do not even wear jeans.
In addition to music and air, I do not need anything yet. You know, I left my job, as I said. Just tired of sitting every day in the office, where I did not have enough air. Now I watch TV shows. I go for walks in the parks, and sometimes – for the most famous art projects. It’s good when you do not have a job and have time to sleep peacefully, rather than force yourself to achieve the goals.
I think I love him. But I would have lived with him. I was ready to work and achieve success with him. For some reason, he wants me to find a business that I like. He said he would provide investment for the project. But you know, I want everything.
To achieve it myself, and make him is proud of me. We have to dream and struggle for our dreams!
Often, when he works at his desk, I sit down on his lap, and he shakes me and hugs me. The day before yesterday we went to the club. They ordered champagne for fifteen hundred dollars. But after all the drunk I vomited. To me already it became ridiculous. Why do we drink? It is clear that the mood rises and there is a sense of flight. But after? And imagine, if you were a homeless person? Wouldn’t it be work, food, housing? Anyway, I would have lived somehow. Sometimes I also live without a penny in my pocket.
I’m going to meet a friend at the airport today, which we often rave about. And the day before yesterday I bought myself a coffee maker and a bathroom. Soon, I think, I’ll order a bedroom and a beautiful box to put my diamonds into it. Sometimes, when I rage, I throw them away. And he still buys new ones. Well, there is love. It’s just that sometimes I get bored with all this. I decided to be a volunteer and go to Africa to live there for more than a year. Not to be spoiled. Everything is straightforward. I registered on the site to devote a year of my life to volunteer work. But, it seems, they do not need a volunteer. For the full complex began to learn the Turkish and French language and learned to dance. Well, okay, the year has passed, the purification has turned out to be complete, but I’ll tell about it later. I remember the days when I drank Dom Perignon and smoked cigars in splendid solitude, and sometimes with him.
Again thoughts about death came. What will become of my body? Warm? With the world? Dancing penguin – that’s