Птиците се връщат от юг И слънцето изгрява от изток Както бабата пали печката за пореден път
На селото покрай реката Под топлото слънце
И бялата луна
Всеки ден е различен През зимен студ Или лятна жега
А животът пак е същият Хлябът мирише хубаво И ракията е силна
Около селото горите са тъмни За птиците това е рай А за бабата също
Тя ще чака пролетта с една чаша чай
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It was midnight and Dimo was alone. As he sat in front of his window, the lights across the street switched off one after another. He put his glasses on the coffee table. It rained outside, it was these days that Dimo was happiest. He didn’t feel guilty for not going outside to meet people. Yet he longed for a good conversation. Life was not easy for him, but it was worth living. He nodded happily as he poured himself a mug of strong tea. “A content man is a strong man”, he thought to himself. He lived as he wished.
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Make sure not to live with regrets. Reach for goals and break bad habits. You’re only competing with yourself. Winners end up being losers at the next step they reach in life, because there’s always people higher up. That means there’s never a reason to feel like a loser. As long as there’s progress. The ultimate goal is to keep playing, be present in and have fun. Life is not meant for winning only, each winner is a blank sheet in a field he’s unacquainted with. Life is for playing instead of looking at the field from outside it. Start now - life is short but life with regrets is very long.
No goals? Break a bad habit first. Take half an hour and write them all down. There’s a whole list for even the sanest of people. Breaking a habit will turn into a goal by itself. You owe it to yourself - you can deal with struggle. Embrace the discomfort. It hurts but you’ll have something to look back on.
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