Mark

Karina thought about the reason of not being able to hear the sound of falling leaf. She wondered about how was it possible that this huge leaf gently touching the surface of ground makes no noise. Sun was setting. Sun's plate reminded her a face hided behind the mountains on the horizon and numerous sunrays were its fingers blindly touching objects on the land. She loved moments when all houses and trees were enlightened from one side by the golden touch of sunlight. The world around would turn into the masterpiece of nature. It seemed as if she was staring at the true face of the world, because...

It was a quiet day. Nothing special. The window was wide open. There was a noice coming from mouthes of folks. There was dust coming from tires of vehicles. Only uniqueness of that day was brought by the butterfly that flew and sat on the window sill. Its wings decorated with triangular patterns were black at the edge. It was bright orange. " You think that this butterfly's colour is orange, right?" said the smooth and calming voice in her mind. Someone's hand gently touched her shoulders. "It is not orange. It is only an illusion. Play of light. The play that makes you believe it's orange.....

John was walking on the street. The street was not familiar to him. Suddenly there appeared rhytmic sound of walking strangers. Then the owners of this sound emerged themselves. They all looked the same - black hat and black coat. They started making a line - some of them stood ahead of John, while others tried to take the place behind him. They all were looking down. - Hey, what is happening?- asked John the gentleman standing next to him. There was no response. - Sorry, Sir, but I am talking to you- said John. This time he tried to speak louder. But he could not acknowledge the difference - the voice was still quiet...

Good luck in the hell - were the last words he hear before falling down. One.Two.Three.Pain.Chaos.Darkness. The end. Light was so bright that ....that what? Actually he had no words to describe what was happening to him. He had no feelings. He just could somehow understand if something was good or bad for him. He did not liked this light. Though he did not know why, it was easy to understand that something bad was just starting. Something bad and endless. There were walls moving towards him. He could not went through them. There was no way to escape. He looked up. The voice inside him said that he can fly if his soul is pure...

What is the meaning of life? There is no meaning. You have to create it by yourself. Life is an empty cup and you have to fill it with something. Thus, you bring the life your own meaning. Some people thing that they have to find te meaning of life. But it is impossible to find something that does not exist. That's why avoid wasting your time searching for the meaning of life. Don't try to copy the life of others. Don't try to find answers from the Internet. Do it by yourself. And remember, that copying the answers of other people deletes your unique response. It is miserable. Feeling fool, feeling jealous and feeling angry is always distractions from your life lessons...

Exam was behind. He was sitting on the bridge staring at his sneakers hanging down against the background of river. Although he lived in this town all his life, he never have been there. School, library, duties...Life passed away so fast that he did not understand how it happened that he is an adult now. Was he ever been a child? Was he ever been a teenager? Where did the time go? Awards...Study...Lose...Tears....Loneliness...Study....Awards....and that was all that came to his mind when he tried to recall to mind about his past. Did it worth it? " At least I am going to study at the best university abroad...