Love is all about sacrifice, when you are in love, or claim to love someone, you want to give all you have to make it work. either your time, finances, knowledge or advice to help the other person grow. lovers are supposed to assist each other irrespective of the other position. their mindset should be their goal which is been happy. if you say you love me, then you will give me what you know would benefit me and you. likewise i to you.
These are not copy past words these are my words about predjudging, so dear humain whoever you are asian african european black white christian muslim jewish we have all the same colore inside we all gonna die someday, i just wanna say who are we to judge others by their race or whatever the reason is we are not gods you’re not and im not we both know, open your mind be kind with all kind of people and just live your life.
When someone needs help from his family ,there are some big differences between: 1.what he really needs 2.what he desires in his mind 3.what he’s asking from the family and 4.what the others think that he deserves 5.what the others are able to do for him
So there are 5X4 =20 possible conflictual situations and nobody will be satisfied with the help that he obtained from the family,or with the gratitude of the helped person.
Жизнь прекрасна и ярка, Жизнь свободна и легка, Жизнь есть солнечный рассвет, Жизнь есть неба дивный свет, Жизнь улыбки и цветы. Жизнь полниться красоты, Жизнь есть ласка добрых слов, Жизнь есть дети и любовь.
"December is comfort. Peel of oranges. Crackling wood. Lighted candles. Red wine. Sometimes rose. Quiet piano. Woolen scarf and thick socks. Getting snow. Dec. care. Attention and thought to the your loved ones. Gifts. Surprises. Meetings. Warm milk with cinnamon. Letters postcards. Expectations. December is sparks and fireworks. Glow in the streets, in the eye." Lights. December is ( equal to ) accounts. Payments by 365 days happen omissions. Everything what we could be but are not. ...
"It is quite remarkable the walls! Things on the inside did not look like things from the outside. People across the wall, but they suspect, and you hear a random noise to them, remnants of their voices... Mutual purportedly so tinkering with a negligible nail plaster... With the naive idea of opening. Walls but never become windows. And everyone has their own."