We spend half our lives in search of a second half, and a whole life in search of ourselves, a certain mythical purpose, idealized and incomprehensible, what will happen and over our world on its head (as with the half - another myth). And whether the purpose is to derive maximum benefit and meaning in every day, may not be dissimilar or dissimilar. Our purpose is most often under our noses, as well as happiness, and the meaning of life and everything else. There's an action plan for everyone, but not everyone can read the instructions. The purpose lies in the details. And most likely, you already know him, but you don't make any sense. That's what we're going to do with ourselves. I'm not talking about the art of the couch, if that's what. That's what we don't notice ourselves and don't recognize as talent. It's natural and easy for us when others seem daunting. I'm a bit of a mess, and someone's breathing. It doesn't mean I can't be taught to paint if I want to. But this man draws without effort, gives pleasure and could be his business card. We are so good at procrastinating, giving our gifts, and doing some game instead of doing things. To create and to reveal the world. What do people think? How do they appreciate me? What if someone doesn't like it? Yeah, well, most people wouldn't like it. But there is always someone who sees what's hidden behind the drawing or the poem, the scarf or the cake, even the nails and the eyebrows. To see the personality and what's above her. The purpose is that it helps you not only to reveal your soul wide open, but also to evoke emotions and feelings, not to leave indifferent and probability to goosebumps. The purpose is when you have a gun to your head, choose to quit or die, and you choose not to quit. Because without that, life is posereet and will. And the gun is set aside, the test is passed, you are worthy of recognition. You are always worthy of recognition, even if no one believes in you yet.
